What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Chapter 7: But Why??

(Pic of Makayla on the right!)

"Ok then tell me", i said.

"Well, you remember that time when you was with you're friend Makayla, and i had dropped you off?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, when i dropped you off, Alicia had wanted me to come pick her up. Then she had got in the front seat. Then all of a sudden, the flirting led to kissing, then the kissing led to touching. And then i drove to her house and got in...... and.... we had... sex."

I swear i had the urge to cry- BAD. And for him to tell me like it was nothing was killing me the most. To think that he was different then all them niggas that i had fucked with. And he gone do some hoe ass shit like this to me, hurt.

"Is there anything else that you need to just get off your chest?" i asked trying to sound as calm and relaxed as possible. With my leg shakin, like no other.

"Well, yeah. And i think i'm the one that got her pregnant, because she called me, teling me that she pregnant a week later, after we fucked."

My first expression from calm had turned to mad, and then furious. This nigga done really fucked up. So my reflexes got the best of me. My hand moved back, and landed right on his left cheek. His face had got pink. I could feel my blood pressure rising up, and my eyes was damn there red.

He looked at me with anger, breathing his chest in and out, and in and out. i got up, then he got up.

"Really, Tyric. What the fuck! With my best friend though." i said.

"It's not my fault! You should be yellin at that bitch, not me. And yo ass better be glad that i didn't slap the shit out yo ass for hittin me!" he yelled.

"Oh well! You fuckin deserved it. Gone sweet talk me, and shit. Then gone tell me you fucked the vitch. I been knowin that Alicia a hoe, but you! Hell nah! Matter fact, you can have this trashy ass shit! I dont even want it no more!" i said.

I picked the gifts up, and threw them in the trashcan. I dont want that trashy, sappy ass shit. I got back over to where he was at. He looked mad, and shocked.

"Why the fuck did you throw it away. I spent all my damn money on that shit. I'm gettin tired of this shit", he said.

"What you mean? I haven't did nothing to you but be faithful to yo ass. Giving you my damn virginity and shit. Man, fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!" he said. And with that he slapped me dead in my face. Tears streaming down my eyes, making my eyes nothing but red. Then i got up and punched him dead in the face with all my might, leaving my fist print there. I'm not a scary bitch! He looked at me with pure anger. Looks like we bout to be fighting in here.

"Why the fuck did you just punch me, my nigga?" he asked

"I dont know! Why the fuck did you just slap me. With yo stupid punk ass!" then he pushed me to the floor, i got up and kicked him in his dick. Then smiled at how stupid his faced looked. It was a mixture between hate, and shocked. Then all of a sudden, i got one last smack to the face from him.

Then he walked to the front door. "I didn't mean to hit you, but you all up in a nigga face, and shit. But we'll talk later. I'll text you." he said.

"Fuck you!" I said as he closed the door.

He opened it up again. "You already did." He said smiling.

Then he closed the door and left. I got up, went to the door, and locked it. I felt my cheek again, and it was still stinging. But i'm pretty sure that it isn't as worse as me punching his ass in the face, with his dumb ass.

I got up, took a shower, and went in my room. I went to my i-tunes on my i-phone, and put on Mila J "Smoke, drink, break up". Then i took me a shower, and left my pink boyshorts on, and my pink nike sports bra on.

Then i grabbed my phone, and called Makayla. Makayla is my other best-friend. She's been my best-friend since 2nd grade. The reason why she really wasn't around, was because at the time, she was at Michigan with her grandma.

But now that her grandma passed away, i told her that she can just come live with me, untill she get's back on her feet. So she's coming tomorrow. And her mama and daddy died in a car wreck when she was younger.

She didn't really take her grandmother's death really hard, but she is still a little sad that her grandma did die. Because they was real close. But Makayla is 16 right now. She is milk chocalate, with medium sized black hair.

And her height is between 5'5, or 5'6. And she has like a talkative, yet bubby personality. But when you made anyone that's close to her, or her mad, she would do some messed up shit.

But anyways when i called her, she answered on the 3rd ring.

"Hello." she said.

"Hey girl." i said.

"Oh, i didn't even know it was you at first." She started laughing. "But, what you doin right now girl?"

"Nothing. Just got done having a fight with Tyric."

"What type of fight?"

"Like, an arguement. And a fist fight."

"Girl, tomorrow when i see him, ima beat his ass. I swear to God, this shit just made me mad."

I got up off my bed, and looked in my full length mirror looking at my face again. "No! Makayla, you dont got to do anything. For right now just chill."

"Ok, but only for you Mariah."

I got back on my bed. "But, what you doin right now?" i asked.

"Nothing. Just, packing all of my clothes for your house."

"Okay, good. Oh, and by the way you sleep in the room next to mines."

"Okay. I cant wait to see it. I haven't been there in a long time."

"Well, you gone love it girl!" i said.

"I know. Look, i gotta call you back, my auntie want me to ride with her somewhere."

"Ok. I Love you."

She laughed. "I love you too."

Then i hung up, and went to sleep.

The next morning, i woke up, it was 2:30 p.m. I dont know why, but i had the urge to cuss out Tyric one more time. So i got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and put on some clothes. I had on a red tank top on that read, "BITCH" And i had some blue skinny jeans, and a red pair of chucks. I put my hair into a normal seashell bun. I put a little eyeliner and lipgloss on.

And went downstairs and grabbed a granola bar, and put it in my purse. I looked at my face one more time and noticed that i acually had no scratch marks on my face at all. I grabbed my keys, phone, charger, and granola bar.

Then i drove to Tyric's house. When i got there, i unlocked the door with the key he gave me, and walked in slowly, and quietly. I walked to the living room, and saw that he was sitting down on the couch. Watching "Love and Basketball."

He was wearing big, baggy black jeans, with a red shirt with Marilyn Monroe faces on it. She was smiling, It was black and white. Then he had on some red nike's. He turned around as i walked up to him.

"Mariah, what you doing here?" he asked.

"Well, what. You think i'm still mad about yesturday. Because if you did, i'm not. I just....." i got on his lap. "Maybe we can make up. I mean, i can give you something, and then you could give me something, and i'll be satisfied." I bit my lip, and licked my lips too. I could feel his boner on me. Like it was automatically up, or something.............

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So that was this chapter, i hope ya'll liked it. Give me a star, and tomorrow ima of course make more!!! What you think is gonna happen next??