Love in New York [Under Construction].

XXXVIII.

Adam's POV

"Come on Angelica what do you want?" I groaned, moving away from the school's bombshell beauty. Rico walked next to me as we strutted through the crowd at our high school's football game. "Adam, I miss you" she whined, clutching onto me. "But I don't miss your ass." "You just fucked me and left! That's so fucking cold-hearted!" I took a sip of my soda. "Tell it to someone who fucking cares." She got in front of me again.

"I'm pregnant Adam. You can't leave me." It didn't faze me. "Stop lying" I snapped, pushing her out the way. Choochi walked up to me, her curly dark brown hair in her face. "Hey Rodriguez" she greeted. I pulled her into a kiss, my hand gripping her ass. "Hey baby girl, where have you been all day?" "My aunt wouldn't let me leave, so I had to sneak out." "That's what I'm talking about" I smirked, pulling her under my arm.

Aaliyah POV

"Just come to the game to support me!" James barked in his football uniform. I looked up at the 6'3 quarterback. "I have to study for my SATS, James. My dad will kill me if I don't pass." James flopped back on my bed. "Come on. Just stay to halftime at least." His hand rubbed my thigh. "James, don't do that." I pushed his hands of me and began putting on my Converse. "You're coming?" "Just until halftime." "Yes!" he exclaimed. 

"Shh! My parents don't know you're here!" James climbed back out through the window, and I followed him.

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As soon as the third quarter ended, I was ready to go. James came over to the fence, and kissed my lips. "You did great, but I have to go-" "Come on 'Liyah! We're killing them!" "James, it's time for me to go. You said until halftime. "I ain't know we were going to be this good! Just stay until the end of the game! You know how bad I'll look if my girl isn't by my side?" 'I could care less.' I sat back down on the bleachers for the reminder of the game.

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"James, can I go home now?" I asked. "No baby." James friends popped open cans of beer all over the parking lot of the park; celebrating their victory. Music played loudly, and girls danced in short-shorts and crop tops. 

A drunk James, shoved me up against the car, feeling me up. His friends cheered him on as I struggled to get away. "James get off me!" I snapped. "Damn Aaliyah, I bring you out here and you don't want to have any fun!" I crossed my arms. I bust out crying, I had put myself in a bad position with him. I didn't want to be here. 

"Come on" he beckoned. I followed behind him to the bench in the park, far away from everyone else. "Aaliyah, I love you, and I want us to take this to the next level." His lips found my neck in the darkness and soon I was up under him in the wet grass.

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One Week Later

I put my head down, as the kids called me at names. I walked down the hallway, I was no longer the teachers pet, but a: 'slut, whore, hoe, bitch.'

James didn't keep his mouth closed and now the whole school knew what happened in the park that night.

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Just to show the difference between their lives.

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