Ambiton's Diary

Intro

Monroe Clarke.

I checked my outfit in the mirror just before the entryway. I had on my school crewneck with a button down hanging from underneath, jeans, and a pair of riding boots. It was Thursday morning and the hair I straightened Monday evening after work was still holding on. I looked decent I grabbed my trench coat and threw my black quilted bookbag over my shoulder after locking the door to the brownstone I shared with my two best friends. I turned around and sighed seeing the same car I see every day like clockwork. It was a matte black Maserati, with a shiny black stripe down the middle of the hood. I don't know much about cars but I recognized the trident on its grill. It was the type of car a girl like me could only day dream about. The type of car the little kids at the bus stop lost it over declaring "That's my car!". Every time his car rolled down my block it turned heads. I held my breath a little as it got closer to me and I watched him roll his tinted window down. He was a honey brown complexion with a thick beard and very muscular. He had kinky curls and faded sides that he kept neat. Hazel eyes and big full lips. The man was perfect.

"Good morning." he said licking his lips. His deep voice sent a small chill down my spine. My body reacts that way every time I hear it. It's one of those things you always expect but never quite get used to. I straightened up hoping he didn't notice the affect he had on me.

"Good morning" I say back quietly. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked down walking quickly toward the bodega down the block to grab an egg and cheese roll and hop on the train. I held the door for the elderly Dominican man on his way out who smiled in surprise. He greeted me with a "God Bless you Mami" and a smile. I smiled back warmly I love sweet older people.

"Good morning Flacko" I spoke to the guy at the deli station and ordered my sandwich. Glancing over my shoulder without trying to make it too obvious, I could make out the car now parked out front through the glass. I expected as much. He's been watching me for a while now. When I leave in the mornings no matter how early it is, he's riding past the house, as if he knows I'm there, trying to avoid seeing him. I can almost feel his stare. Some nights when I get off the train he's parked across the street. If I strain a bit I can see him through the tinted windows, maybe smoking again or on his phone, but still watching. It's not as creepy as it sounds, at least I hope it's not. I sound crazy af. He's basically a stalker but maybe I just don't mind it. It's not like we, he and I that is, haven't talked or anything, he's offered me rides which I refused, asked where I'm always off to which I answer, work or school depending on the day. He knows my schedule by now probably; we've been playing this game for about 2 months now.

I snapped out of my thoughts when the man handed me my roll. I grabbed an apple juice and paid Flacko for my things before making my way back outside. I turned sharply to walk to the train at the very end of the block before his voice halted my steps. I don't know why I thought I was low.

"You know I can take you to school if you'd like." I looked up at him and the lazy smile on his face and grew uncomfortable under his gaze. I always get chills and feel warm at the same time. I don't like it. I turned him down once I found the words. Again. I almost thought I saw him pout and a tiny part of me felt a way at the thought of him giving up on talking to me. But then that sneaky smile came back.

"I'll just see you later then gorgeous. Have a good day." I blushed, mumbled thank you, and hurried the rest of the way into the subway station. I listened to the announcer say that the next downtown train was 5 minutes away. I looked to my left at a couple holding hands walking towards the middle of the platform. They swung their hands playfully then settled, up against a pillar with her resting her head on his chest. I smiled a little imagining it was me and him. But shook the thought as quickly as it came. My girls told me he's been asking around about me. I still don't know why. I'm sure someone has told him my name, and that I'm the "good girl" as they like to refer to me. It used to annoy me but I guess compared to my roommates I am the "good girl". I don't have time to be anything else, keeping my grades up to keep my scholarships and working to pay for whatever else I may need.