Love For All The Wrong Reasons.

VI

"Babe..." I said waking up , looking for Angel's touch. "Angel." I reached over and noticed she wasn't there. For a second I thought she was laying next to me, but she actually went home last night. Another thing I noticed instead of Angel's absence was I was late for school, as always. I hurried to do my morning routine. I threw on a plain white tank top , long cream cardigan, and a burgundy infinity scarf. I did the whole winter look. I had on blue Levi jeans and burgundy UGG boots. Lord I had a head full of hair. Normally when you see a girl with this much hair its fake. Nope, I had twenty two inches of dark brown curly hair. I massaged moss through out my hair to contain the size and make my curls smaller and put it in a curly bun. The moss helped but not all that much. When I put it in the bun you couldn't see the ponytail holder , because my hair was hiding it.

I ran down stairs grabbing my green grapes, keys, and coat. Y'all already know what I do when I get in the car, no need in saying it again. I took the back roads to get to school. When I finally got there all the buses were leaving after dropping kids off. Normally I wouldn't go to home room first thing like everyone else. Nia, Ariana, and I would go to our lockers, which were right next to each other. I think the school did that on purpose. We have been close friends ever since the 3rd grade and we all shared main course classes ever since middle school.

As I walked through the entrance of the school doors, I heard the sounding of the bell. Which means people go to their first periods, I have to go to the main office for a pass, and I have to go to my locker alone. If I go to the main office I would have to stand there for another 3O minutes. They always took forever in the office. They had no organization what so ever. It gives me a headache ever time I step foot in there.

Normally if I get irritated or want to prevent myself from getting irritated I will put my head phones in. I did so and walked into the office. As usual there were people walking everywhere and answering phones. It was like a business office going in debt, figuring out ways to pay their fines. There were two parts to the office, one for parents and staff, and one for students. As I walked to the students side I caught a glimpse of someone who looked familiar. I prayed it wasn't who I thought it was. I slowly turned my head just enough to make myself unnoticed by the gentlemen sitting down. Oh my god it is him. Marcus Allen. What was he doing here? Marcus used to be a student here last year and also my ex boyfriend. He got suspended for shoving a teacher. It doesn't seem that bad but that day it was snowing. The teacher stumbled back and slipped on the snow. Which caused him to hit his head on the concrete and have a confusion. Now y'all might think it was an accident but Marcus has a very bad temper.

I noticed that I get irritated by ignorance, but Marcus will get irritated by the littlest thing. Then it turns into anger, eventually he wants to fight. I was in love with him and a little part of me fears I still am. We were in love with each other, the only thing that broke us up was his temper. Marcus and I have known each other ever since sixth grade. We would've been together in seventh grade, but my mom told me I couldn't date until the age of fifth-teen. The first day of high school he asked me to go out with him and of course I said yes. Look at him. It's crazy because the beginning of my freshman year, I was so pressed about looks and how people seen me. So why not date the cutest guy in the ninth grade. But Marcus changed my whole perspective on dating. Now I just want someone who will treat me right and considers my thoughts or opinions.

~ Flash Back ~

" Ayo Les. What the fuck you mean you done? So you gon just leave me?"he said getting up from the bed.

"Marcus, you can't keep treating me like this." I said with tears forming in my eyes. He said nothing and just stared at me.

"Marcus I don't want to leave you. I promise but you told me you would stop being so disrespectful to me." he slowly looked away. I could tell he was calming down just a little. He looked like he was remembering the things he said to me. I reached my hand out to him to grab his.