First Love

Chpt. 89

|Z A C H A R Y|

"You ready shawty?" I asked Alyssa as she stood beside me. She didn't say anything, just nodded her head as we stepped into my private jet where the pilot greeted us and took our luggage.

"I can't believe the week is over", she said, taking a seat beside me before looking out of the window, "seem like we just landed last night."

I reached over and took her hand as the jet took off, "I know." I looked at her as she stared off into space, looking like she was somewhere deep in thought.

Greece probably was all me and her was ever gonna have since she made it clear last night that we wasn't gonna be together. That she made her decision and decided she was gonna marry ol boy. She said it would never work between us and we was fooling ourselves thinking that it would since we was from two different worlds. I don't know what the fuck she meant by that since we grew up in the same hood...but that's females for you.

"This don't got to be the last time we see eachother pretty lady. I can always be ya friend", I said, sounded a lil desperate, "I'll respect what you and ol boy got goin on, I'm just tryna not lose you again."

She shook her head in disapproval and removed her hand from minds, "when we reach Atlanta, we could never see eachother again. I just want you to forget about me and leave everything we had in the past. It's for the best. I can't keep seeing you and hurting Dom, it's not right. You promise me you'll leave me alone after this trip and I want you to keep it", she said in something like a professional manner. Kind of like she was trying to convince the both of us that she was threw.

Not saying shit, I took some sips from my Henny and started litting up a blunt, but remembering how much she hated smoke I thought against it. I don't think I'm ever gonna do this shit again, I thought, staring at the blunt in the ashtray, it's probably one of the reasons she don't want to be with me. It may sound stupid as fuck, but when something causes you to lose something that you love more than yourself, you don't even want to look at the shit again.

So much crazy shit was going in a nigga's mind. I always felt confident in who I was and wouldn't change nothing about myself but she was having me look at myself differently, in a way that I didn't like.

Truth be told, I didn't want to let her go. It took everything in a nigga heart not to force her down and fuck her in submission right here in this jet. Fuck her until she realized she wanted to be with me and not some bitch ass simp. Like most men, I thought I could change her mind with sex but that shit would probably only work for alittle while until she start talking about the other nigga again.

The jet finally landed in Atlanta. I gently woke her up as she was peacefully sleeping with her head in my lap. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, realizing that we stopped and it was time for us to board out.

"You ready?" I asked her again, hoping that she would change her mind but I knew she wouldn't.

She quietly nodded her head.

We was slowly walking to exit out of the jet, kind of like she was scared to leave because she knew after this her world was going to change—without me. I was going to be a man and keep my promise to her—I was gonna leave her alone. I might even take drastic measures and move back to Miami just to make shit easy on her. Apart of me wanted to be selfish and have her to myself but the other part of me wanted her to be happy, and I cared about her happiness more so than my sanity.

I helped her down the steps until we was finally off the jet. Our cars was there and our drivers was waiting for us.

We stood there staring at eachother for awhile. I couldn't believe this shit was happening, she was actually about to leave me. She was looking beautiful right now—her face was bare, her hair was up, her diamond earrings I bought her was sparkling against the sunlight and her sun dress accentuated her curves. She told me she didn't love me but her eyes was telling me a different story right now as we was about to part ways.

"Bye Zachary", she finally said before preparing to turn around and leave. This shit was like dejavu and I was 17 years old all over again.

I grabbed her wrist to turn her back to me and kissed her lips—giving her the longest kiss a nigga probably had ever gave her. I caressed her face for awhile as I stared into her brown eyes, "you'll always be my girl Alyssa."