** Tamia POV**
I woke up the next day feeling optimistic. I don't know. Something about the sun rising and having a good playlist really makes me happy. I had a paper due this morning and a full shift in the afternoon, 4-11. The April air is nice and warm, so I decided to put on my ripped jeans and my favorite crop top. If im going to have a good day, I might as well look the part.
As I walked out of my house, I saw a missed call from Jerimiah. He's supposed to be away at school so I paid it no mind. He's my EX from last year, and I finally got over him beating me. Abusive relationships can be hard to get out of and I don't want anything to do with them. He's 6 feet, brownskin and now I heard he has a girlfriend. I just hope he doesn't treat her the way he treated me.
I took the train all the way to my stop in Harlem, and got off to meet my friend Maya. The day went on as usual, Maya and I handing in our papers, attending our extracurricular events, the whole 9. That was until we decided to take a break for lunch and while we were walking to the corner store, out of the corner of my eye I saw him. Jerimiah.
"Bitch, I know you saw me calling you."
"Who's that?" Maya said confused and ready to fight.
"I didn't have your number saved, so I didnt know it was you.
"Yeah you a fucking lying bitch as usual."
"ENOUGH." Maya jumped in. "What you not gon do is sit here and talk to my friend like that. We leaving and you gotta go too."
I was a little shook up about the whole situation. Jerimiah was literally my best friend. We talked about everything and anything. I wanted to ask him so many questions. This was my first time seeing him since he left for school. Why wasn't he there? How is his girlfriend? Did he move on?
"Forget about him" Maya said dragging me along so we could get our baconeggandcheeses from the corner store.
Maya knew the whole story. She never saw him before, but she knew we were in love and she wasn't about to let me slip up. Not like this. My day went on as usual after that, until my shift later.
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The Boy With The Face Tattoo
General FictionAt first sight, the boy with the tattoo on his face was everything I dreamed of. How could I have known it would have ended up like this?
