Weed Smoke

Chapter Five: The Beginning

Monday mornings are terrible, especially for me. Especially after hearing the bomb that Ajanee dropped in my room on Saturday. Our relationship lasted for about 2 years. If I wasn't such a dog, we would have gotten married. She was my girl, my rib, my love.

"If you love her so much, if you want her so badly, then why do u treat her the way you do Marcus?" My mom always asked with such confusion on her face.

My mom knew about my life. She knows I smoke weed, even though she doesn't approve of it. She also knows I can't keep one girl to save my life.

"Leave him baby, you can do better, why do you keep putting yourself through this?" My mom always sad to Ajanee.

At times My mom would try to help the girls that I hurt, any chance that I wasn't around. Times that she thought I was upstairs or in the kitchen, but I would always over hear her talking. I would get upset at first, but I knew she was just looking out for the girls. Even though I knew my mom was right, I would still have hope deep down inside. Hope that they wouldn't listen to my mom and continue to stay with me. This was a selfish part of me, and the main reason why me and Ajanee didn't last. I love her to death and would, and will do anything for her. That is why I got so bothered by what she told me in my room on Saturday.

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"Yoo, Bro! Marcus, Marcus!" I tried to ignore Scotty as he waved for my attention in a quiet whisper across the classroom.

I had no intentions on looking his way. I was upset by the news Ajanee shared with me. Honestly I couldn't even focus while in school.

Anticipating my last period class. I was so upset, and I also had a lot on my mind. I was upset about the big F that I seen as Mrs. Horvath gave back our Africa test from Friday. I don't know why I was upset, I should have knew I would fail, the picture that Scotty took was so blurred you couldn't make out the letters.

"You dumb mutherfucker." I whispered to Scotty trying to zoom in sneakily on the shitty picture he took on his phone.

"This is going to drop my grade, my mom's going to snap." I said to myself while staring at the paper as if the big red F would change to an A.

As I sulked in my thoughts about how to bring my grade back up I was interrupted. I couldn't even get my words out as I picked up the thick as pen that Scotty just threw at me.

"Brooo." Scotty said waving at me like he was drowning in a fucking pool.

"Nigga you ugly as fuck!" I said aloud unable to whisper; Grasping Mrs. Horvath's attention.

"Excuse me! Marcus Cooke, do you want to share something with the class?

As I looked over at Scotty mad as hell that he hit me with that hard ass pen, I held back what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell Mrs. Horvath that I had a lot to share with the class. I want to kill this nigga for annoying the fuck out of me on a Monday. I decided to keep my comments to myself as I shook my head left from right answering Mrs. Horvath question.

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"Bro, you buggin'- wassup?" Scotty asked, catching up to me as I walked to my last period class.

Me and Scotty had a few classes together, last period class was one of them. I'm usually excited to go to my last period class. Of course because I get to go home after, but also because our teacher was layed back. Ms. Mahoney was a beautiful teacher, but she wasn't afraid to cuss or put you in your place when needed.

"Man I don't give a fuck about this test." I said one day in Ms. Mahoney's class after having a terrible day at school.

"And I don't give a fuck about your grade. A Matter of fact, since we're discussing things we dont "give a fuck" about, let's dicuss that ketchup, that's been on your face hmm...maybe since lunch time?"