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Team Breezy & Friends & Family
Halloween Horror Nights 2012
Universal Studios Orlando- 6000 Universal Boulevard
Orlando, Florida 32819
Saturday Oct. 20th 2012
Days Inn Orlando/International Drive- 5858 International Drive Corne,
Orlando, FL, 32819 United States of America
[Come on the 20th and stay for 1 night! Price is $59/night if you book through expedia]
Hotel: $59/night (share a room with 4 people? 15+tax for each)
HHN Night Event @ Universal: Purchase them at a Publix in Florida- 66.99 + TAX (if you do not buy it at a Publix, or have a Florida person buy it for you, its 89.99 + TAX)
Parking: $15/car so if we all meet at the hotel we can save money and split that price!
· Check in at hotel at 3pm
· Meet in lobby of hotel at 5:35
· Leave for Universal at 5:45
· (if you are not staying at a hotel, we will meet outside of Bubba Gump Shrimp Restaurant in City Walk by 6:15* if you can’t make it to the hotel. BUBBA GUMP IS BIG, YOU CANNOT MISS IT. ITS ON THE LEFT ACROSS FROM THE AMC MOVIE THEATER. IF YOU NEED HELP, ASK. *if you get stuck while parking or traffic etc, text us and let us know or we will head into line.)
· Gates open at 6:30 into Universal Studios
· SCREAM BREEZY! Fun until the park closes at 2AM!!
· Head back to hotel or home
· Check out of hotel by 11AM
Basic HHN Rules
· No costumes or masks
· No weapons
· DO NOT HIT THE SCARE PEOPLE, YOU WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE PARK
· Alcohol for 21+ (bring an I.D.) :D
v We would like for you to come no matter where you are! Parents are welcome! Non-Team Breezy friends are welcome if your parents say you must have a friend! There will be 21+ aged Team Breezy members, if parents would like to talk to us, we are fine in reassuring them we will guard you with our lives!
o Talk to us and we will try and help!
o And remember: Carpool! Group Up for Rooms! Lets plan this early and get everything booked!
o In the words of Chris, LEGGO!
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ONE WEEK LATER
I was out of the hospital now, and the pain was finally going away. They had fixed me up for the most part, but the doctors were worried about my lung that was punctured. I couldn’t play for the next 3 weeks because they wanted my rib to set, and give my body time to heal itself also. I would be back in time for the homecoming game.
Tina was at my house, we were getting ready for school. She came over every morning to help me out. She was the best, always catching me when I was slipping. She was eating a bowl of Cap’n Crunch, and I walked past her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, as I took my bowl to the sink. She smiled at me, and got up with her bowl, and then we grabbed our backpacks.
“We’re gonna be late!” She said, worrying about elections. She had been campaigning all week for class presidency and votes were tallied over the weekend. Today we would find out if she won and she would announce her first new school rule.
“Don’t worry, even if we stopped right now so I could get it in, the votes have already been counted. Either you got it or you didn’t, and you might as well, feel really good in case you didn’t.” I laughed.
She hit my arm playfully, and gave me a serious face, and I stopped laughing and headed out to her car.
This past week she came to see me all week. Her brother tried to come with her, but I told Tina I didn’t want anyone to come but her. I didn’t say why, but she didn’t argue or complain. I was worried because her brother was creepy to me, and the more I could keep her away the better. When she told me she had let him stay at her house I was creeped out, but I didn’t want her to get mad at me for talking bad about him. I would figure it out myself.
“So can you please tell me what new rule you’re adding?” I asked her. She had been really secretive with what new rule she would put in as president.
“Nope. Only if I win.”
“Fine.” I sat back, and massaged her thigh as she drove to campus.
Jason had been texting me every day. I mostly ignored him, but he was being more and more persistent about meeting me to talk. I was afraid of him still. And didn’t want to go and something happen and make Michael mad.
I was sitting in class, doodling, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“So.. You gonna tell Ty?” None of the guys called Michael by his name. It was always Ty or Tyga.
“I don’t know yet Chris. I’m worried of how he will take it. I feel like maybe ill just meet J and talk and not tell Mike… But if Mike finds out from someone’s big ass mouth..” I faded off as I glared at Chris. He was the only one who really knew everything.
“I ain’t gon tell him, unless I NEED to. I just don’t think you should meet with him… You know he’s crazy.”
“He’s not crazy! He’s just… troubled.”
“Why are you sticking up for him again?”
“Habit… Look. Jason isn’t crazy. Some people have issues and we don’t know them because they hide them. Sometimes I wonder if leaving him only hurt him even more.”
Chris looked at me with disgust. “No. Fuck that. You’re not going to talk to him.”
“I’ll do what I want Chris.”
“Then I’ll tell Tyga.”
We glared at each other until I turned away and went back to doodling.
“Fine I won’t.” I crossed my fingers.
Ness been acting weird lately. Every time I would reach out to touch her, she would flinch. I mean, she used to be like that last year, with the guys, but she eventually grew out of it. I never knew why, but she had started doing it again lately. I don’t know what she was thinking about it, and why she was so jumpy all week, but I wished she would talk to me.
At night, when I would sneak in her window, she would look scared, and then she would calm down as soon as I said her name. But I didn’t understand why. I needed to talk to Breezy about it. Usually I didn’t like to let the guys into my relationships, but I needed his POV. He has known Nessa the longest.
At lunch the TVs came on for the announcement of Student Body President. Christina was in the principal’s office with the other people who were running, and the camera showed the principal talking.
“It was a close race, but we now have the votes in and the winner is…”
I saw Christina smile even bigger, almost like in case she didn’t win, she would be able to hold that smile until she could escape.
Everyone in the cafeteria clapped, and then we all quieted down. The new rule that was always put in was always nerve wracking. Some people had dumb rules, like a few years ago the dumb ass said no bikinis were allowed in swim class. Ruined swim class for all us guys.
“Hello everyone! Thank you all who voted for me. You voted right. Today I am announcing my new rule. It is not a rule that will impact daily life. It will be required for all freshman and seniors. Upon coming in as a freshman you will record yourself for a Time capsule, to be opened your senior year, which we will then record you senior year after your 4 years, and you will then be able to view at once more at your 10 year reunion and see how you have grown! This year however, we have decided to have all the classes record, and then from now on only freshman entering and seniors leaving. So be prepared, in your English classes, we will start filming tomorrow.”
Hmm.. That seemed cool. As long as she didn’t ban miniskirts or some shit, I was good.
All last week, that dumb broad, Ashley kept grilling me and Chris whenever she would see us together. I told Chris to keep all his old hoes in check or else there would be a major beat down.
He laughed it off, but I was done with all the pleasantries. Let a bitch come up talking shit, it was a wrap.
And sadly, today I felt like it was gonna happen.
We were all sitting at lunch watching Tina on the TV win. Then I hear the dumb bitch speak.
“Who the fuck voted for that girl?”
I ignored her at first, but then she kept talking.
“I wonder if her boyfriend cheats on her, since he’s friends with Chris.”
I turned slightly and saw her laughing with her friends, two girls who looked like dirty sewer rats with too much makeup, stringy hair, and shopped at Sluts R Us.
“How you know Chris is a cheater?” Slutty McSlut asked.
“Trust me. Chris and I have had relations.”
“But isn’t Chris with Manda?” Slut VanSluten said.
“Exactly why he’s a cheater… but I mean if I was him id cheat too.”
I stood up and turned to her.
“Say it to my face bitch.”
Ashley looked startled to see me, but she couldn’t run anywhere.
“You’re so pathetic. You don’t even get the dick.”
I said loudly, and everyone got quiet.
“You brag about ‘relations’ with my boyfriend, bitch you swallow his nut.”
Everyone started laughing.
She stood up, and ended up spilling her Spaghetti on her white pants and everyone started laughing even more.
“You’re just a dumb whore.” I finished off. I turned back to grab my shit when the dumb hoe lunges at me.
She literally jumped on my back. So I did what I learned from wrestling with Chris. I backed that bitch hard into the wall, elbowed her in the stomach, and she released my neck, and slid down the wall.
I kicked her a few times, for good measure.. Which is what the Mr. H saw.
He grabbed me and pulled me out into the empty hallway. Everyone was ooohing, since they thought I was about to get detention.
“Amanda. Were you fighting over your boyfriend with Ashley?”
“Yes, I’m sorry sir…”
“Amanda, that should show you that he isn’t worth it.”
“What? You dint know anything about us.”
“You need someone who is all the ways yours. He’s the reason you can’t focus in art.”
“He’s the reason I draw!”
I don’t know what came over me. But I slapped him. I slapped my teacher. He starred at me, eyes furious, and I tried to back away, but the unexpected happened.
He grabbed me roughly, and kissed me full on the lips in the abandoned hallway.
After the last bell, I left Bellamy, and headed over to this old café I used to go with Ness. She text me to meet her there.
I was sitting there for about 15 minutes when she came in, looking worn out.
“I skipped cheerleading to meet you, so you better not be wasting my time.” She blurted out.
I motioned for her to sit, and slid her a glass with her favorite drink. Strawberry Mango Lemonade.
“Thank.. You.” She said, thrown off.
“Look I want to tell you exactly how I feel okay? Come walk with me. And just listen.” When she nodded, I continued. We stood up with our drinks and headed down to this big park we used to go to.
“Don’t interrupt. Look Ness. I love you still. I realize I need you. Everything that was good when I was with you ain’t good no more. It’s not as fun, not as funny, not as sweet, and when shit is bad, its really bad. Give me another chance.” I reached across and took her hand, so we we’re facing each other in this big field.
She looked back and forth from our intertwined fingers to my face. She took a long sip of her drink then a deep breath before answering.
“Look Jason… I love you too, and I always will, but I’m with someone else now.”
“You been fucking that faggot huh?”
She pulled her hand back, and took a deep breath trying to calm down. I reached back for her hand and she flinched.
“Baby, please… I need you.” I ran my hands across my head, thinking.
“I can’t Jay… I love you but I’m not in love with you anymore.”
“Because of HIM? Fuck him! He can’t love you like I can.”
I pulled her to me, and she cowered. It pissed me off.
“Why are you SCARED of me?! ME?! I’m the only person who cares about you! And you seriously are gonna sit here and tell me you love someone else. He’s probably using you! All he wants is to fuck and now that he has you, he’s gonna cheat on you. He doesn’t love you back!”
She shoved my chest, and l released her, and she turned and ran away.
“I know where you fucking live!”
I headed to my car. She wasn’t getting away that easy.
I hadn’t seen Manda since before lunch, and Vanessa wasn’t at practice. Once we finished I went to the guys to find out where they were.
“Ty… where’s Ness?”
“She wasn’t at practice?”
“Fuck man… BREEZY!”
Chris came running over, and Ty flipped.
“I know there’s something Ness is keeping from me… she been acting weird lately flinching like she used to last year, and she gets scared when I climb through her window… what’s going on. She wasn’t at Cheer practice.”
“What the FUCK. I told her….”
“What about Manda?” I jumped in before Ty could ask more questions.
“She got detention. For the rest of the week. And was suspended for the rest of today.”
“She beat a hoe’s ass at lunch.” Ty said. “Now back to Ness..”
“Ty.. You remember her ex boyfriend?”
“I never met the Nigga but yea, why?” Ty said sounding defensive. I was also intrigued to see what Chris was gonna say.
“Well they broke up because he was hitting her… and he goes to Bellamy. He wants to get back with her, and he’s been texting her to see her… and I guess she went…”
“Fuck this shit. So you think she’s cheating on me? Fuck this shit.”
Ty walked off, and Chris chased him, but he shook Chris off, and went to his car, peeling off.
“Damn Chris, couldn’t have said that a better way?”
“I know… she’s not cheating but if she did see him, she could be in danger.” He pulled out his phone and tried to call her, then swore. “Straight to voicemail.”
“What the fuck is going on today? Shit is crazy!” I said as I met up with Gui, who was on the sidelines helping the team learn plays, to head to his house.
I was so lost. My makeup had smeared from crying all the way to the hospital, and I practically jumped out of the ambulance once they opened the doors. After I yelled at the lady before we left, she didn’t bother me when I ran in with Gui’s cart. I wanted to stay with him.
“I’m sorry miss, but you can’t come back here.. Only family.”
I said the only thing I could think of.
“We’re engaged that’s my fiancé!”
“I can’t wear jewelry during games, it’s safe in my purse in my cheer bag with my friends. Please, let me stay!” I cried.
“Fine.” She turned and hustled away, pointing to some scrubs for me to put on. I changed quickly, and then stepped into the curtained room. Doctors were working on his heart. I couldn’t stop the silent tears as I watched. I didn’t understand what had happened. I couldn’t take much more, and even though I had fought so hard to be in the room, I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t bear to see my boyfriend who was so strong, like this. I walked out, and headed to the waiting room. Once there, I saw Gui’s dad.
He came towards me, and hugged me to his chest, and I broke down even more.
“He’ll be fine Tina… shhh…” I tried to stop crying, and hoped that soon the doctor would come in and they would tell us he was okay.
Everyone else was in here, and they looked nervous. Chris was pacing, Manda was sitting in the corner chair, legs curled up to her chest. She looked like she had just stopped crying. Mike was hugging Vanessa and I turned when I heard my name.
It was my brother. I ran to him and hugged him. He hugged me tight and I felt happy that I had a brother to turn to.
“He’ll be fine Christina, don’t worry. I’m here.” He said.
I just hugged him as he repeated those lines.
I went to the hospital to find her. I knew her.
Vanessa was one of those friends who was loyal, and always there for you.
I knew that, and I fucked up.
It was last year. Summer before Junior Year started. I was close friends with Chris, who was always with Vanessa.
We were at the courts. It was hot. Chris and I were playing 1 on 1 when I saw her. She walked up in cut offs and a cut up shirt, sunglasses and a Popsicle. She had her hair in a bun, and she walked over to the bleachers, listening to music, and watched us play. I showed out, a lil too much, cause Chris stole the ball and scored the winning point.
I walked over to her, and she lifted her glasses and stared at me coolly.
“You need to work on your stance. You get too cocky, and Chris will steal the ball. You dribble it too high. And tricks don’t win a game. Skills do.”
She finished her Popsicle, and threw the stick on the ground, still looking at me.
“I’m Vanessa… I’m guessing you’re Shy?”
I shook her hand, and answered.
“Naw, I’m actually Friday, but on Saturday you wanna go wit me to get a Sundae?”
She laughed, and Chris had us all go out to eat, and then I walked her home. It was like love at first site. But that all changed half way through junior year.
We had been dating around 6 months, and we broke up.. She wouldn’t listen to me.
I never meant to hit her… But I got so mad… I couldn’t control myself.
I couldn’t believe this. Gui got hit so hard, his heart stopped beating, and a rib broke, puncturing his lung. Like, he already has breathing problems, and now all this shit?
I paced back and forth worried about one of my best friends. I was so out of it, I didn’t even say anything when Andre that fucking creep, came in and comforted Tina. I didn’t want any more people hurt, and that Nigga was still on my list.
Manda was curled up in the chair, and I needed her.
I walked over there, and pulled her to her feet. And she hugged me tight. I buried my head in her hair, and inhaled her scent.. Coconut. It always took me away so that I felt like me and her were on vacation, away from everyone. That’s really what I fucking needed.
“Manda… don’t ever leave me okay?” I said, getting choked up as I thought about what if that was Manda, and not Gui.
“I need you, don’t ever leave me, okay? I… I fucking… I love you.” I whispered.
Chris had small tears falling into my hair, and I could smell his cologne. It was his usual scent, Armani Code for men, and he was squeezing me so tight.
“Manda… don’t ever leave me okay?” He said, and I could hear his voice crack as he spoke. It broke my heart that Gui was hurt and that my boyfriend was hurting from it too. It hurt to try and be strong for both me and Chris.
“I need you, don’t ever leave me, okay? I… I fucking… I love you.” He whispered his voice low.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He had never said that to me before.
I looked up at him, and I had three million thoughts running through my head. Was he for real, or was it grief making him say and feel this way?
“I love you too Chris. I really do.” I said. I grasped his face, and kissed him. All my doubts flew out the window as he kissed back.
“Family of Gui DaSilva Green?”
We broke apart, and Chris rushed to Gui’s dad side. I hung back with Mike and Ness.
“We were able to stabilize his heart and his lung. It wasn’t as bad as we thought. I’m guessing the hit, stopped his heart, but luckily the paramedics started CPR in time. He will heal fine. Now, he is still under, but you can go in 2 at a time and see him, and tomorrow he will be moved to a room, and you can visit with him.”
The doctor smiled and Gui’s dad shook his hand.
“Thank you so much sir.”
We followed him towards the room, and in groups of two we went in. Gui’s dad went first alone, then Chris and I, Tina and Andre, and Mike and Nessa. We didn’t stay long, because he was asleep, and we would be coming back in the morning.
“Let me get you home baby.” Chris grasped my hand tight, and we headed out to the car. We were taking Ness and Mike home too.
In the car, it was quiet, but a good quiet. We all were happy Gui was going to be okay. I held Chris’s hand the whole drive to Mike’s house.
“I’m staying here Chris. See you later bestie.” Nessa side hugged him from the back seat, before turning to me.
“Love you girl, I’m glad y’all are talking again.” She smiled as she kissed my cheek. I nodded.
“I gotta text you and Tina.. Big news.” I whispered. She smiled big, excited for my secret, and waved, grabbing her bag and following Mike into a dark house.
“Stay with me tonight?” Chris asked, and I wasted no time saying yes.
We fell into bed, and he pushed my wavy hair out of my face, as he lay over me. He kissed me fervently, and I ran my hands along his back muscles. He pulled away and looked at me, biting his lip, and I pushed my body up towards his, telling him I wanted him with my body language.
“I love you, you know that?” he said again, and I kissed him hard, pulling his bottom lip out, and sucking on it while staring at him.
“You’re such a freak.”
He kissed me, and stripped me of my clothes. He was gentle and kind, and eased himself into me. I arched my back, and pulled up my legs allowing him to enter me, and pulled him closer. We moved slowly, in rhythm with each other, and I could feel him growing harder and harder inside of me. I welcomed it, and sped up, the movement, pushing his shoulders so that I moved us and I was on top.
I rode him, and he groaned as I sped up.
“Slow down, I don’t want to nut yet.”
I chuckled to myself, and flipped facing his legs and leaned down, popping my ass on him. He welcomed the change in the angle, and pushed me up on to my hands and knees, where he grabbed my hips, and deep stroked inside me.
“Harder… Deeperr…” I moaned, and he applied more pressure, and I could feel him deep in my stomach. He pulled my hair into a ponytail, and pulled my head back, kissing my neck, and along my back so that I got tingles. Every time he went in, he held it and I tightened my pussy muscles around his dick as he sucked on my neck and back. Every thrust into me caused my breath to come out harsh, and he never let me rest.
“Rougher.” I pleaded, and he took his hand and grabbed my neck, pulled my hair back and slowly constricted my airway as he pounded into me. I could feel my climax coming, and violently I shook as I bust all on his dick.
He thrust a few more hard deep jabs, and pulled out, nutting all on my ass and then he slapped my ass, and hopped off the bed and pulled me with him to the shower.
I wanted to stay with Gui, and sleep on a roll a way bed so that I could be with him when he woke up, but I knew that they would never let me. Andre offered to take me home, so I said bye to Mr. DaSilva Green, and headed to his car.
“Hey, you!” a voice called out.
“You know Vanessa?”
“Yea, she already left tho…”
“Damn.. do you have her number? I need to tell her something important.”
“Just tell me, ill text her.”
“No… I need to tell her myself.”
“Umm… I guess.” I let him copy her number into his phone, and he thanked me and walked off. He looked familiar, and I figured he must’ve been on the other team… He was wearing football pants and a Bellamy Hoodie, so I figured he was at the game and knew Vanessa and knew Gui… He was nice and smiled and didn’t seem like a creeper.
Andre called me over to his car, and I ran over and jumped in, glad Gui was gonna be okay, and ready to be there when he wakes up in the morning.
“He’ll be fine… How about I stay at your house and take you to see him in the morning.”
I nodded, tired, and not really caring.
“Sure. I’ll need a ride anyways.” I yawned.
I was in bed, falling asleep. Michael was already asleep, and I snapped a picture of him, mouth open, eyes all chinked up, and laughed at it. I lay back down, and he moved, throwing his arm around my waist.
I took another picture of me kissing his nose while he was sleeping.
I rolled over, and looked through all of the photos in the album, smiling, because Mike was so cute.
As I was about to fall asleep, a vibration from an incoming text woke me back up.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Ness please talk to me.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Im coming to your house.
ME: I’m not home.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: You’re with that fag aren’t you?
ME: Bye Jason.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: I swear I’ll break his fucking face. You’re mine.
ME: I don’t belong to you. Touch him and I will NEVER talk to you ever again.
I hoped he wouldn’t find Michael. Mike was always a scrapper, and I didn’t want this to end badly.
After hanging out with Christina and her brother, Andre, I dropped Tina off at her place and headed to the crib. I was sitting there, thinking about Andre. He was kind of creepy. He stared at Christina in a way that I didn’t like. I mean, Nigga I know that’s your sister and you’re finally meeting her, but you shouldn’t stare like a creeper, you feel me?
Something about him creeped me out, and I was going to keep my eye on him.
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed my medication. I popped a pill, and dry swallowed, and then began making something for my dad to eat when he got home. He would be home soon, so I whipped up some Velveeta Mac and cheese and gabbed some of those wings and cleaned em, before breading them and frying them up. I set it aside and went to straighten up the house a bit before hopping in the shower. Slowly, I could feel my breathing getting better.
I figured I had asthma or some shit, so I took Singulair and that usually helped me with breathing. Me and my dad didn’t have health insurance, so I ignored that shit most of the time. Nothing was gonna stop me from playing football.
I sprawled myself on my bed, and KO’d, dreaming of Christina.
That next week, I avoided Chris, because I knew he wanted to ask me about me and Michael, but I was straight off that convo. I didn’t want him to ruin me and Michael before we even began. Like. Let me breathe. I needed him to apologize to Manda to be honest. She was acting like nothing was bothering her, but I knew better… though she did have a lot of shit on her mind. She was always working in the art room during lunch now, and Chris was always talking to other girls, flirting with my cheerleaders, or girls on the track team. I would glare at him, but I didn’t want to risk a talk about the past, so I never said anything.
But each day this week, he was getting bolder and bolder, and I didn’t want another repeat with that Ashley girl, and she was sitting at our table.
It was Thursday, and we had practice after school. I didn’t want to go, but I knew that Michael would be out there too, so it was okay. He was sexy on the field, and I knew that I was gonna fail math if I spent every afternoon thinking of him shirtless on the field, tats glistening form sweat.
I got up to go to the bathroom, so I could get out of math and just chill for a while in the halls, but just my luck, I ran into Chris, who was being pulled by Ashley into an empty classroom.
“Christopher Maurice!” I yelled, and Ashley laughed, as he froze, looking guilty.
“Ashley. Bye.” I looked at her swiftly then grabbed Chris by his hand and dragged him towards me, dismissing her.
I turned and looked at her with a face so serious; she shut up and walked away back to her class.
“Christopher, you make me sick sometimes you know that?”
“Whatever Ness, why you cock blocking?”
“Because you have a girlfriend, and because Trashley slept with Aubrey and apparently that Nigga got the clap, so unless you want the same clap Aubrey got…” I trailed off, and Chris had made his stupid face, that eww what the fuck stop talking face. I stopped talking, and we walked towards the gym, the only place that we knew we could go and not get in trouble. The gym classes were out at the track running so we were alone in the quiet gym.
“Why you and Manda acting? She won’t tell me. All she does is brush me off and go paint. So what the hell did you do? She won’t tell me because she knows how close we are.”
“Man, I ain’t did shit. She was the one who did that shit. She was the one who was all up on that Nigga at the party—”
I started laughing at him, and he got quiet, staring at his nails. He knew he was lying. Manda aint do shit. Chris started that shit, and he knew it.
“Fuck you laughing for?” I looked up from my nails, glaring.
“Stop pouting Nigga. You know you was wrong. Faggot.” She shoved me and stood up stretching.
“So you and Mike…”
She rolled her eyes, and did a cheer move, practicing.
“Me and Mike are me and Mike Nigga. We chillin. But let these hoes know what’s up.” She laughed doing a back handspring.
“And have you heard anything and Ja—”
She glared at me and stopped.
“But he didn’t really leave. He goes to Bellamy. We play them tomorrow.”
“I know!” She yelled. “Don’t you know that I KNOW. He still lives in the same house. He didn’t go anywhere! And I’m gonna have to see him. I’ll deal with it then.”
“You know what. I’m going back to class.”
She turned on her heel and went out the side door.
I sat there thinking. She was right. I hated when she was right. I should go find Manda and solve all of this, but to be honest, I would probably just do what I always did. Wait for her to come to me.
I got up and decided to walk towards the art room.
I looked in the window to see if she was there.
All week, I had been thinking about what Mr. H told me. And I finally figured it out. I would never be able to draw Mr. H like I can draw Chris. Chris is the best likeness I can draw, and it is only because I knew him so well. I would never know Mr. H in an intimate way.
All week, since Monday, I had come in here and tried, and each day, he acted the same, slamming his fists on the desk, mad about the way I captured his eyes, his soul, his essence on my canvas. I stayed up last night, trying to get it, and that was when I realized I never would.
Again, during my free period I was in there, trying.
“I can’t do it.” I set my chalk down, and let out my breath.
“There is no way for me to do it. I don’t know you like that. There is no way for me to see your soul, we have never been as one. There is no way.” I said calmly, reserved. I stood and began packing my bag.
“Manda. You. Are. Pathetic.” He stood up, and sweeping his hand across the space in front of him, knocked the legs of the stand holding my canvas, and kicked out at the stool, spilling all the chalks.
I wasted no time, and opened the door. I ran out, and the door slammed shut.
“What the fuck was that?”
Chris was standing against the wall, looking at me scandalized.
“Chris!” I said; out of breath from being scared by both Mr. H’s outburst and from Chris startling me.
“What the fuck is wrong with your teacher. Why was he shirtless? Man that Nigga is creep as fuck.”
Chris reached out and pulled me to him.
“So?” He raised his eyebrows at me.
“C’mon baby, you know how we are. We always do this. Why you playing?”
I pushed his shoulder, but I was still in his grasp. I was waiting for an apology, and he was gonna give it.
“Fine. I’m sorry aite? But that Nigga was all over you, and you know that shit ain’t cool.”
In my head I laughed, and turned my head up to him.
“Shut up and kiss me. I missed you.”
I really did miss him.. We hadn’t talked since Saturday after our fight, and it was Thursday now. I felt him deepen the kiss, as he pulled me closer to him. His hand was twisted in my hair, which I was wearing scrunched today, and pulling my face to his. His other hand was wandering down my side, and I felt him grip my ass right before I heard someone clear their throat.
“Amanda. Go to your next class, before I give Mr. Brown detention and he won’t be able to play tomorrow.”
I stepped back, and looked at Mr. H coolly.
“Let’s go Chris.” I took his hand in mine, and we headed towards the senior lockers, away from my teacher who I was starting to think was a little crazy.
I woke up slowly, not wanting to really get up. Game days were fun, but I only did all of this cheering and extracurriculars for college.
Finally, after hearing my phone buzz like 8 times, I got up and stretched, then reached for it. I had a good morning text from Gui, and the rest were cheerleaders asking about ribbons and laces and all that gay shit.
I replied to some of them, slowly, walking lazily to my closet.
BABE: Good morning babes <3
Shirley: Yes you can use the ribbons that people tie balloons with and curl them. Make sure you use more blue and white than red, it’s a home game.
Dani: Tell the others to remember their goodie bags for the audience.
I looked out the window after I grabbed my uniform and thought about tonight. I had a weird feeling about today, but I didn’t know why.
All day, I had that vibe, but I tried to shake it off. During free period, I gathered all the goodie bags and put them in the big bucket and loaded them onto the golf cart I would ride out to the field after school, along with the water cooler.
I had invited my brother to this game also, since I couldn’t see him during the week since he was away at school in the next town. I hoped that it would be ok since the boys would be playing and no fights could go on. Manda would probably come down with me and Ness, and chill on the field. I just didn’t want any drama.
I finished loading and headed to my locker to grab my duffel bag, which had my one binder of homework, my pom poms, and my clothes for the weekend. I was staying with Gui.
I looked in the mirror as I sat there thinking about Gui and fluffing my waves.
Everyone around school was talking about us. It was weird, because I was used to be being known, but never the topic of conversation for longer than a few days. All week people were asking me about me and Gui, all in the business. I mostly ignored their questions, I mean, Gui and I don’t need people in our face.
I just needed the girls to know that he was taken, so that if they try any slick shit, they have no excuses. And I’m free to give out ass whooping. Though I knew that Gui wouldn’t ever try anything, girls will always be girls and try to hard to flirt and lead him astray. It comes with the territory. I closed my locker, and headed to meet the girls for a run through of tonight’s halftime show.
“And that’s less than a minute till the end of the game… And we are so close to the line! DaSilva with the snap to Brown. Brown back tracks, looking across the field… And there goes Stevenson with a breakaway from his defender…”
I was on the sideline, watching our defense, but not really. My eyes were on her. She had changed her number, and wouldn’t return any messages.
She was over there cheering, and i hated her in the tiny skirt. The way all the guys could see all of her like that. I shook my head, and turned back to the game as the announcer talked loud.
“And there goes Stevenson with a breakaway from his defender…”
All of a sudden a loud crack struck through the air, and two players fell.
Everyone kind of paused, and that kid, Stevenson, scored. The crowd erupted, but the coaches ran on the field immediately.
My teammate sat up, and took off his helmet, massaging his neck. He hit that kid that blocked real hard.
Everyone backed away as the coaches kneeled down to the other teams kid. The three medics ran out onto the field and they were checking his pulse.
He hadn’t moved.
“He’s not breathing! I can’t find his pulse!”
One medic threw open his bag, and grabbed scissors cutting the uniform up.
“Take off the helmet, and cleats quickly. Everyone back away.”
He rubbed to small portable paddles together, and placed them to his chest.
“We got a pulse.”
A van was driving onto the field and we all were sent to the locker rooms while they loaded the boy up. I took off my jersey and pads, and wiped my torso down. I put on some fresh deodorant, and ran out to see of I could find her.
She was walking to a car, with one of the football players.
“Vanessa!” I called, and she turned to look around. Before she could move, I had caught her wrist and pulled her towards me.
“Please. Can we talk?”
“Not now Jason.”
“Why do you always have to be stank. It was one time, and I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I miss you.” I said the last line low, but vehemently.
“I have to go to the hospital Jason.”
She ripped her hand out of my grip and turned back to the car.
“Everything ok babe?” That was the kid who scored and won the game. Stevenson.
“Yea, let’s just get to Gui.”
They climbed in the back and the car lights turned on. I saw Chris sitting in the driver seat and he turned to say something to them and then he saw me.
He grilled me and then that Stevenson kid swung the door shut. They drove off. But I knew where they were going and I knew where Vanessa lived. I would get her back.
Gui was hurt. I had run straight to the ambulance, and climbed in with him, I refused to get out.
“Just fucking DRIVE the damn thing!” I screamed at the dumb bitch who tried to tell me I couldn’t be in here. I would claw her fucking face off.
She slammed the door s and I heard her climb in front. I grabbed his hand, and felt a small squeeze. I started crying, and the ambulance drove off.
Her little boyfriend was hurt… she would need comforting, and I knew just the person to do it.
I woke up in Chris’s bed, but he wasn’t in it with me. My head was slightly hurting. I smoked more than I drank, but I still drank more than I knew I could handle. A dull throbbing was in my head, and so I didn’t move, enjoying his soft sheets as I snuggled deer=per under his red down comforter. His overhead fan was on high, and his room was perfect temperature. I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. I really wanted some water because my mouth felt dry. I didn’t want to get up though. I could hear a TV on somewhere down the hall, but I was too comfy.
The door, which was partially open, swung all the way open, revealing Chris, eating a pop tart, and carrying a glass of milk in the other hand.
“Hey baby.” I yawned, and Chris looked at me, like he was mad.
“You’re lucky I let you sleep in here.”
I sat up a bit too fast, and my head pulsed.
“What are you going on about?”
“That stunt you pulled last night.”
I racked my brain, and slowly it all came back. The body shots, the dancing with a boy, the fight. Oh a fight.
I groaned, and tied up my hair in a bun. Slowly I climbed out of the bed, realizing I was in boy shorts and a graphic tee that belonged to Chris.
“Chris, you’re really mad at me? We all were faded, how can you blame anyone?”
“Easy.” He took another bite out of his pop tart and just stared at me.
“You’re so fucking… ugh.” I looked around until I found my jeans, and I slid into them, shimmying them up my hips.
I looked back up to him and he was just standing there staring at me.
“What?!” I yelled, and the only thing he did was look at me as he took a gulp of his milk.
“Fuck you Chris.” He was really gonna stand there like he was so innocent, but he was the whole reason the fight happened. He got jealous and fought. I didn’t go and fight those hoes he was taking body shots off of. I just went and had my own fun instead. So he can stop being high and fucking mighty. I grabbed my backpack from the floor, and snatched my cell phone.
I didn’t look back at him as I headed down the stairs, and outside. I had no ride anywhere, but the school was close enough, and I needed to work if I wanted to get this anger out. I might as well add this to my portrait of Chris and my friends. You can’t have Chris complete if you don’t include his stupidity.
I walked down the shaded sidewalk towards school, and hoped that Chris would apologize soon. I hated fighting with him but I was not wrong about this.
I finished my breakfast, and went into the bathroom. I had woken up and went for a run. I was mad that that Andre kid got a punch in to my face last night, since I was drunk I wasn’t as fast as I shoulda been. I gazed at my cheek bone, which was only slightly bruised and turned back to the shower and made it as hot as possible.
I was mad at Manda for pulling a stunt like that. She knows she’s mine. She’s lucky I let her sleep with me. I was mad at her the whole time. And I was gonna tell her I loved her last night.
I shook my head as I got in the shower, turning off the light. I liked to shower in the dark so I could think. She wasn’t ready for that shit. Not after she made me hit some other guy. I hated fighting over a girl, unless it was my momma. And especially since Manda knew she wasn’t gonna leave me. We were made for each other.
Fuck. I knew I was gonna get over that shit soon, and we would make up like usual. But I was gonna punish her ass, remind her who is fucking boss.
I cleaned myself down and then climbed out, going to grab my towel. I dried off slowly, and then stretched.
All of a sudden I heard a thump against the door and giggling, followed by whispers. But since I was near the door I could hear it.
“No, Michael, we are not gonna hook up in his shower!”
“C’mon babe.” I could hear him kiss her, and she let out a low moan.
I did not want to hear that shit, nor did I want them to catch me naked in the bathroom. I wrapped my towel around my waist and watched as the door knob twisted open.
I could see their outlines in the door way, and Michael was actually carrying Vanessa in, walking backwards, her legs around his waist. I stood there, an incredulous look on my face and waited as her hand searched for the light.
It came on and I blinked, adjusting to it, and a few seconds later I heard a scream.
“Ahhh! Chris. Hi bestieeeeee.” Vanessa saw me over Mike’s head as she through her head back when he kissed her neck. A startled Mike dropped her to her feet and turned around.
“Woah, nigga, when did you get in here?” he scratched his head sheepishly, looking like a 5 year old getting caught stealing a cookie.
Hmph. He was tryna get a cookie all right.
“Just showering. It is my house.. I been in here.” I responded coolly. Mike was my dawg, but I looked out for Ness. Since elementary school. When the bigger kids would pick on her, and pull her pigtails, I was the one pushing them in the sand. No one messed with her when I was around.
“Mike.. You wanna drive me home? I’ll meet you downstairs.” Nessa gave him a pointed look and he nodded at me before going out the room. We waited for his footsteps to disappear downstairs before saying anything.
“Chris! Stop acting like that to him.”
“Nessa. Mike’s my Nigga and all but you know him. You know he’s a player. I know he’s a player.”
“Oh, now you know who is a player and who isn’t.” She muttered under her breathe.
“Yes. Really. Look, I’m not that girl with pigtails crying in the play ground, ok? I can choose my own boyfriend. I learned from my past mistakes.” She shot at me, venom all in her voice.
I faltered, and my face softened. “Ness… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She turned on her heel, and I crossed the bathroom. I pulled her to me, and hugged her.
“I’m serious. I’ll always be sorry. It’s all my fault.”
“No it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have… I…” She faded off, and finally hugged me back. She was like my lil sister, and I had failed her. I didn’t want to fail her ever again.
“Fine. I won’t interfere, for now. But be careful. Aite? I love you okay?”
She nodded her head in my bare chest.
“Love you too bighead.”
I could hear Ty downstairs yell up to her.
“Ness, you ready?”
“I’m coming babe.”
She smiled at me, and wiped her eyes.
“I think Mike could help me get over it. Give him a chance.”
I watched as she ran downstairs, and he grabbed her up into a hug, spinning her around.
“See ya, Breezy.” Ty saluted, and I saluted back and went to crash on my bed.
I was sitting with Christina at my house. My dad was already at work, so we were sitting talking. We picked a spot on the soft carpet, and sat cross legged, facing each other.
“I feel really bad though. Like why was I adopted? Why did Andre get the bad life. Not bad, I mean, but like… he didn’t get the life I had. I had two parents, and got everything I wanted. Our mom ran off, and our dad traveled the country, like… he had no one.”
“Don’t feel bad. It’s life, and life happens to everyone. We can’t always feel bad for people who are less fortunate because God gave them their path to walk. Life isn’t fair, you know this.” I learned it the hard way.
“Not everyone gets two parents. Look at me. My mom died when I was 7. All I have left are memories and pictures. But I don’t dwell on that shit. I smile that it happened, and try to do my best for her.”
“You’re right. When did you get so smart?”
“I’ve always been smart. Everyone has a different view on the world, and approaches it differently. You know my job is to keep my friends smiling. Especially you. I love when you smile.”
She looked down, and I lifter her chin. She stared at me, and I kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.
“Mmmm..” She leaned back, pulling me by the collar of my shirt, and I straddled her easily. Then I pulled away from her, and began to tickle her whole body everywhere I could touch.
“Oh my God, Gui, stop!” she squealed, squiggling underneath me, and she laughed a loud contagious laugh.
“Oh, no can do. Life is so not fair.” I continued tickling her until she was practically crying. Finally I stopped, and kissed her face, her nose, her neck, and she grabbed my face and brought me back up.
“Why are you so perfect?”
“I’m not, but I’m glad you think so. We should really go meet with your brother now, we told him we’d get lunch and it’s almost time.”
She nodded and we headed out.
I really hated Christina’s boyfriend. They were always all over each other, and I hated that. I had known about Christina for awhile, my drunken dad was always talking about her. He used to beat me, talking about how he would rather have his real child with him, not some kid his wife adopted a few years after they gave up Christina.
She didn’t know we weren’t really related at all.
Her mom and dad gave her up, and then like 5 years later adopted me. Things were good, until she died. Yea, she died and left me with her husband, who drunk himself crazy and would beat me.
I had scars to prove it. And all I heard growing up was how I wasn’t as good as his daughter, how she was probably the most beautiful girl, and how I wasn’t shit.
Well, he was right. She was beautiful. And I wanted her. But not just to have her. I wanted to show her what it was like with our dearest daddy.
But that boyfriend of hers was always there, and I couldn’t get her alone. I would find a way to get her. She would succumb to me, and I would do anything I had to do. No one would get in my way. Not even dear daddy.
I laughed as I walked to the spot we were meeting at.
That Nigga was still with her. I hated him. I would eliminate him if I had to. I already got rid of dad.
I got to the school, and the art room back door was on the outside of the school so I used the key Mr. H gave me. I walked in, and set up my canvas, my paints, and grabbed my pencil. I was almost done with the outline of Chris and the rest of my friends around him, smaller portraits, almost in an arch, Chris the biggest and the focus, since he was the focus of my world. Next to him on either side was Tina and Vanessa, both looking the same way as Chris, towards the right, with high ponytails. I was doing them in their cheer uniforms, and Chris and the guys in their football uniforms, with the field behind them. Around each of them, I included things that made me think of them, different aspects of their personality like a sun near Vanessa, and a corona near Tina, a black belt near Gui, a mic near Mike, and video game controller near Mijo. I was on the outside, in relation to Mijo, and I drew myself standing a bit off the field, camera in my hand, like I was freezing this high school moment we were in. We would never get these moments again.
I loved my concept, and I hoped Mr. H would understand it. He never gave anyone an A on their year projects. He said an A on a project you spent half the year working on must speak not only about you but about the generation.
I knew I was gonna get that A.
I was mixing my paints so I could begin the real work, when the door opened.
“Manda, I didn’t know you would be here. I should have assumed it though. You’re always my hardest worker.”
“I just needed to work on this. I know it’s supposed to take us till December, but I knew what I was going to do since the summer, and I was itching to get in here. And it’s only been one week and Im near the halfway mark. Though painting this right will take me about… 2 weeks with how my classes are this semester.”
“So you’ll be done with your final the first month of school?”
“Well, yes. I mean, I can stop my work and do other assignments, and finish this towards December. If it makes you feel better.”
“No, I’m excited. It means you can turn it in and if it’s not perfect re do it, until you get that coveted A. And any student of mine who I can push to do an amazing job.. I’m proud. I’m glad my pushing you has inspired great work.”
“Yes, Mr. H, you have no idea. You’ve taught me so much in here… I would still be drawing horizons if it weren’t for you.”
He walked closer to me, and put his hand on my shoulder, pushing my hair back off my shoulder.
“You have a beautiful mind Amanda. You see the world a different way. And I love seeing how you capture things.”
“I’m glad you think so! I’m afraid I won’t capture my friends right…”
“Oh, I think you’ll capture them just fine. If only I could convince you to sketch me, so I can see how you see me.”
I turned fully to him, and set my paint pallet down.
“If you want I can sketch you now. In any form you want, pencil, paint, chalk.. Pose of your choice.”
“Hmm.. That is tempting. I want to really challenge you, see how well you can capture my true self. If you’re sure…”
I was so excited. Mr. H was always pushing his students to the limits. And he was hot. But more than that, he always pushed me to do my best, and my paintings had won the state art shows, a few of them each year ever since I worked with him.
I wondered what he could do to push me to do better today.
“Just use the black chalk. We’ll start easy and see where you’re at.”
I nodded, and turned to get my larger sketchbook in the back of the class and my chalk. When I turned around he was shirtless, glasses off and sitting on the edge of his desk. He had a brooding look, and I stuttered in my step to my stool. He didn’t acknowledge it, so I continued to sit and began to draw. After 30 minutes or so, he asked for a break and came to see what I had gotten. I was almost done, but he looked at it for so long, I knew something was wrong.
“You’re not pushing yourself to see me. You captured my physical form well enough. My eyes are off, and I don’t look real. I don’t feel like I’m looking at a real person.”
I gaped at him, shocked by his heartless tone.
“I’m trying…” I was hurt by his critiques.
“No. You’re not. Maybe you aren’t my best student. You can go home now, I’m locking up.” He walked away, redressing, and I stood there, and not able to grasp any of what was happening. How did he go from fun and light to dark and scary in seconds?
“Out!” He shouted and I grabbed my bag, and headed to my house, walking in the hot sun. All I could think of was how this wasn’t the Mr. H I knew. But I would better my art. I would show him I could capture him. Make him alive on paper, like he was in real life.
It was Friday morning, and I put on my uniform carefully. I was excited because it was the first last football game I would ever cheer for in High School. My light blue and red uniform was ironed and I had my high ponytail. I finished my make up, and hurried downstairs to eat some cereal. I was so hype. I loved cheering, and the new girls learned the cheers quickly. It wasn’t too hard. Christina was in a way better mood the rest of the week, and we got a lot done. She was on her phone a lot though. But she got her shit done, and I was excited to showcase our varsity cheerleaders tonight.
Michael was coming to get me for school, and when I heard his truck horn, I grabbed my cheer duffel and my backpack, and headed to his big truck. He leaned over and popped the door open, and I climbed in.
“Dang you got a lot of stuff.” He said, leaning over and kissing me.
Oh, did I forget to mention? Mike and I decided to talk exclusively.
“Well, Chris is having his party tonight! I needed my stuff so I could crash at his house after.”
“Oh you’re right. I almost forgot.”
“Well, I’m ready to win this game and celebrate.”
He sped off towards school.
During 4th period, Michael and I snuck off again, this time to an empty class room, and made out the whole time. He is so cute… I know I should be focusing on school and homework, but hey, we’re young.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with him just yet, because I wanted us to be serious first. The guy I lost it too… we never became serious, and I was so young.. It was dumb. I never had sex again after that. It wasn’t bad or anything, I just wanted more and didn’t get it. I didn’t care anymore, but it made me more wary of the ways of guys, and so I was trying to play it safe.
We were kissing when the door swung open, and Sean, one of the smaller players came in.
“Oh, my bad man.”
“Yea, yea.” Michael brushed him off. It was weird, but I didn’t think much of it.
“Bruh.. Can you drop it?”
Mike let go of me and walked towards Sean.
“No. because your bitch ass friend Aubrey is a pussy.”
Oh. This was about that shit from last year.
Aubrey used to play football too. Last year our team almost made it to the finals. But that game we lost, Aubrey never showed. And he was one of our best players. But then he never showed, and when they guys asked him what was up, he fought Chris and Michael and them in the locker room.
After that, I never saw Aubrey with them ever again.
“Man, it was last year. He had family issues. Drop it.”
“Yea, whatever Sean.”
Mike walked back over to me, and I hugged him to me. Sean quietly grabbed his book off a desk and left us alone again.
I just sat there thinking, I didn’t want Mike to snap on me too.
Ever since Monday, I had been texting non-stop. And it was my brother. My real birth brother, Andre. He text me after I called, and asked me who I was again. I asked for George or Andre and he told me he was Andre. I couldn’t believe it. I found my brother.
I had been talking to him about his life with our biological dad and he asked me about my life. We traded face pictures, and he kinda resembled me. He was Hispanic so we had some of the same features. He was only 11 months older than me. And he lived nearby. He went to a community college in the next county.
I was excited to meet him. I invited him to the football, a safe place in public with people I knew. He was coming at 6:30 and I couldn’t believe it. I was meeting my real brother.
Gui was the only person I told about it. He and I had decided to be together… I had always liked him, and after Monday… I admitted my feelings and he felt the same.
None of our friends knew anything yet. We were gonna tell them later or just let them figure it out.
It was after school and I was with the cheerleaders reviewing cheers. I wished Manda was a cheerleader, but she was always painting and stayed late in Mr. H’s classroom, working until it was time to watch her man play. She was an amazing artist, and I hoped she would become a tattoo artist so I could get all of mine for free.
“Alright, we always start the game off with pom-poms up. Shake em until the ball is kicked off. Then line up in formation. Leave your cell phone in your bag newbies.” I instructed.
It was near game time, and the boys were warming up. I waved to Gui, who was practicing his snaps to Chris, and he blew a kiss.
“Girl… You and Gui?” Nessa asked.
She squealed, bouncing on her toes and smiling. She was such a cheerleader.
At 6:30, I grabbed my cell and went to look for Andre.
“Christina?” I heard a voice say behind me.
It was Andre. He was standing at the concession stand, and I was unsure of how to greet him. Do I hug him? I just walked up and smiled.
“Hey.. I can’t believe you go here… It’s so… I don’t know. And I can’t believe you are a cheerleader… You know Dad told me mom was one.”
“Really?” I wanted to know more about her.
“Yea. She wanted to do it in college but she got pregnant with me and then you. And then she ran off. I only know cause I found some of her old things before dad threw it all out when he found out I had it.”
“So you have… nothing of hers?”
He shook his head.
“Naw. Just me and Dad. But Dad is like… never home. You know he drives trucks across the US. So I was usually alone once I got to HS. And now I’m in college so I’m free of him. It’s straight.”
I felt bad for him. He grew up less fortunate than me. I was the lucky one. I was adopted and blessed with 2 parents who loved me.
“Well enjoy the game and you HAVE to come to the party after with me and my boyfriend.”
He nodded and I left because I could hear the whistle. It was almost game time.
Right after school I headed to my art classroom. I was excited to start on the first semester senior project. I had to do a portrait of someone and catch every part of them. I wanted to do Chris… after seeing him with my mom, I felt like I could see more of him and as usual I started with his eyes.
And I got them right. I was able to get the soulful tender look with his cool casual look. He was fierce yet gentle. It was always something so hard to get, but I think I got it now. I began outlining all his features, and by the time I was about to add the real details to his face, it was 6:45.
“Amanda.” Mr. H said sternly.
Mr. H was British. He was tall and built but still slim, and he always wore fitted slacks with a button up cotton shirt that was always a bit unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore oval shaped glasses, and his black hair was in a ponytail. He looked good with it though, and his blue eyes with his dark hair made him handsome. He had a great jaw line, and if I wasn’t doing Chris as my main piece for my project, Mr. H would definitely be a great choice.
“My bad teach. I’m running late to the football game, and the field is on the other side.”
“Well I’m heading there now, and since I’m a teacher, I have access to the golf carts. I’ll drive you.”
I grabbed my bag, and walked with him out of the classroom down the hall.
“I watched you while drawing that portrait. You have a good recall of Chris.”
“Yea, well I’ve been with him for like 2 years now. I would hope I knew what his face looked like.”
“That’s true. Well, it seems you finally got his eyes down.”
“Yes! I don’t know why, or how, but I got it. I’m glad too since this is going to be my first semester project. I’ve got a lot to add to it, and stuff, but I have great idea.”
“Well I’m always excited to see your work Ms. Amanda.”
Mr. H gestured for me to sit next to him in the golf cart.
“Hold on.” He said, staring at me intently over his oval glasses, and then he hit the gas and we were off towards the field.
58-47. We had won.
I met Chris at the locker room entrance, with Nessa, and Tina and some of the other girlfriends. Our boys did great. I was nervous, but we pulled it off. They did so good, and everyone was still milling about talking about it. I could hear people walking towards 5th quarter, which was across the street in the open field next to the church. 5th quarter was basically a hangout for after every home game, where we had a barbeque and different carnival stuff set up each time. Tonight they had the big ring and those Q-tip looking things and people were in helmets fighting. There was the smell of funnel cakes, and cotton candy, and I knew once it shut down, all those kids would be at Chris’s house for the party. Chris, still wet from his quick shower, wrapped an arm around me as we headed to his Rover. Ashley was standing there with her slutty friends grilling the fuck out of me and Chris, and normally I would have said something, but I was chilling. Because she was over there mad, and I was the one walking with him, in public, to his SUV.
Part A time. I got that line from Christina. She would always text that shit.
“Part A tonight at Breezy crib. Hosted by the fantastic four. Breezy, Tyga, Silvaback, and Mijo.” I read the text aloud.
“Oh wow. Christina. You are fired as official party texter.”
“Fuck up Chris. If you don’t remember, everyone knows me. So you can’t fire me.” She flipped her cheer skirt at me and headed towards the couch to sit on Gui’s lap. Gui, or Silvaback as she called him in the text, was named that because he was like a Gorilla, or silver back gorilla, in the sense of his strength and smarts. He was a skillful player and a great blocker for me.
Tina sat on Gui’s lap facing some Nigga she said was her brother. I wasn’t sure if he was though. He looked familiar as fuck.. I was gonna figure it out. This Andre was weird.
But I was glad to see Gui finally got Christina. That Nigga used to sit and talk about her in the locker room and on the sideline at games. He finally grew some balls.
I went to the kitchen and took out more bottles and some more plastic cups, I had a keg set up out in the back patio where the pool and music was, but I kept the liq inside.
Everything was set, and people were already here milling around. The party wouldn’t be in full swing till near midnight. Kids had to sneak out, and a lot of the players go home and shower. I just shower in the locker room, since no one else did. Michael, aka Tyga, was showering in my room. He was called Tyga because his mom is Vietnamese and she said he was like Tiger Woods, but when she would say Tiger it sounded like Tyga. And it just stuck with him.
He and Ness were acting real cozy lately though, and even though he was my homeboy, she was my best friend, and I didn’t want her getting hurt. Not again.
I headed back to the couch, and plopped down, pulling a blunt from the tray on the coffee table, I lit it, and took a pull, enjoying the feel of it in my lungs. The grape of the rello tasted nice, and I leaned my head back, enjoying myself getting lifted after this win.
I looked around for the last of the Fantastic Four as the papers called us. Mijo had no real legit nickname… his real name was Barry. But everyone called him Mijo and so his name was his nickname. Mijo was out back talking to Jade. Always entertaining ladies.
I was Breezy, because of my attitude about everything, and shit. And my last name was Brown, so its like how Snoop Dogg started that foshizzle shit.
Manda came back from the kitchen with a shot and a red solo cup, and sat on my lap. She downed the shot and then handed me my cup as she took my blunt. She already smoked in the car on the way here, so her eyes were already low. She was so pretty, and I loved her. I legit did. I hadn’t said it yet, because… Well I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to say it. But I felt it for her. I knew she was always down for me. She was here before we became the fantastic four, when I was still a tall gangly loser. Before when I started to thicken out like a football player should. I knew she was here for me, not for Breezy, not for F4 Quarterback Chris. But Christopher Brown.
“Baby…” she looked at me, her eyes staring into mine. I wanted to say it to her, but I didn’t know how she would feel. Was it random? Was it lame?
I decided not to say it just yet.
“Let me get us a refill.” She got up and I stood and went to get us more to drink.
Chris’s party was full swing.
I had lost him in the kitchen somewhere between beer pong on the island, and the drunk cheerleaders laying in the laundry room.
I was high as a kite, and I could hear bass bouncing throughout the house.
“Hey, you’re cute.. I’m Andre.”
A cute Spanish boy was talking to me, and I was slightly aware, but really I was just lost in my own thoughts.
I shook his hand, and then I heard Chris’s voice.
He grabbed the nearest girl to him, and laid her on the dining room table. I stood there, registering slowly what he was doing, licking salt of the girl and sucking liq from her navel and biting a lime from her mouth.
I was too high to really care.
“Dance with me.” I grabbed Andre and as the music turned to slow jamz, I danced on him, not caring. He bent me over and I wound my hips to the beat, until suddenly I was being pulled away.
“What the fuck?”
“You all up on my girl Nigga.”
“It’s just dancing. And you was over there taking shots off those girls, so I didn’t think you would mind if I showed her some attention.”
Chris’s fist flew, and Andre ducked, but still caught some of the punch. He stumbled, and charged at Chris. Girls were screaming and moving out of the way. Ty, Gui, and Mijo came out of nowhere to pull them apart, and Christina pulled Andre out the front door.
Parties… They always went bad.
Finally everyone was settling down, and then Chris was kicking everyone out. Nessa’s lil light weight ass was out, and Ty was carrying her upstairs. Tina was drunk, cursing out Chris, and Gui was trying to keep her back. Mijo was sitting on the couch laughing. I walked over and joined him.
“Man Manda. You one lucky girl, having the star quarterback and a college Nigga fight over you.” He chuckled.
“They all need to chiiiiill. It’s not that serious. It was a party!”
He nodded, and I leaned my head on his shoulder and drifted to sleep.
I could hear my mom leave the house, and I feel like she went out to find my dad. She probably didn’t know how to handle it any more than I did. A little part of me felt bad for coming at her in that way, because she was my mom, no matter what those papers said. I was still just too hurt that I wasn’t told that I was adopted.
“Christina?” Gui said my name timidly, and I looked up, wiping the remainder of the tears from my cheeks.
“Yea..?” I sat up, sitting Indian style on my bed in front of him.
“I.. I’m sorry it was true.”
“Don’t be… It’s not your fault. And my parents were going to tell me, they just didn’t yet… I don’t know.. I just feel lost in a way.”
“Well, you always have me and the rest of us… We’re here for you.”
“I know.” I took his hand and he looked down at this gesture. “I’m really glad for you guys.”
“Well, should we go back to school?” he stood up, and went to pull me up too. I stood there with him, still holding his hand.
“I don’t much feel like going back at all. I may just text everyone and postpone till tomorrow..”
“But.. Are you sure?”
“I like being here with you Gui.”
I stepped closer, and he didn’t move away.
“You should stay a bit longer with me.”
I took the last step, and pushed myself up on my toes. I met his lips cautiously; eyes open, looking into his as we touched. He kissed me back, closing his eyes first, and I followed suit, pushing myself into his arms. He spun me towards the bed, and I was sinking into my mattress. I felt his weight above my body, and yearned for his body to cover mine. He wasted no time, lowering himself on top of me. I kissed him furiously, digging my nails into his back. My legs rose up to his hips, opening in a butterfly. I wanted him everywhere, between my thighs, in my hands, all over me. He apparently agreed, because he pushed his pelvis to mine, and I could feel a growing bulge pushing against me. I rolled my hips to meet his erection, and he moaned into my mouth.
He lay flat on me, moving his lips to my neck as his hands moved to my jeans. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down, and I was so lost in a trance, I had slid them off and kicked them to the floor. His hands found their way in between my legs, and he ran his fingers against my wetness from the outside of my panties, before pushing them aside to slide his fingers in.
My back arched involuntarily, and he bit down on my neck. I wriggled beneath him, rolling my hips forward as I used his fingers to finger fuck myself. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them.
“Mmmmm…” I sat there, panting for more, and he pulled his shirt off, reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it forward over his head. He threw it somewhere to the right, and then he undid his belt. I wasn’t scared… I wanted this. I’d had boyfriends before, but never serious enough to have sex with. But right now, I didn’t care much about losing my virginity. I just wanted Gui to have all of me. I wanted to lose myself in him. I was ready.
He pulled his dick out and it was fully hard. I was a little scared at how big it was, and he stroked it a few times, while wiggling himself out of his jeans. He pulled his boxers down to his knees.
“Get it wet?” He asked me, and I nodded, moving so that I was on all fours. I lowered my head to his groin, and he groaned as soon as my moth closed around his dick. I couldn’t get the whole thing wet, but I spit on the head and spread it with my lips until he was fully wet everywhere I could reach.
“Aite.” He pulled me back up, and kissed me hard, and I was like putty in his strong hands. He kissed me until I was leaning backwards and he was hovering over me again.
He pulled away briefly, and I opened my eyes and saw his eyebrows were knitted together.
“Are… are you sure?” I didn’t know if he knew I was a virgin, or if he was always this polite, but I nodded, and pulled his lips back to mine.
I could feel him pressing against my opening, and I tensed my body.
“You sure Christina?” He asked again.
“Will you stop asking already?”
He blushed, and then pushed the head of his dick into me. I cried out, but he kept going, only slowing down slightly as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me. His eyes were looking at me, and he looked at me questioningly again.
“You’re… This is your…” I didn’t let him finish; I bit his neck and he ended up shoving the rest of him into me head to base all the way in.
After that we didn’t talk anymore, we just harmonized our bodies as we moved with each other. It was painful, but the pain was slowly easing away. And even through the pain, I didn’t want him to stop. I’m not sure how long it lasted, but after what felt like forever, he was pulling out, nut pouring out of him, and onto my thigh with a loud cry.
He had picked me up, and as he pulled out he let me go so I fell a few inches onto the bed, where my body was spazzing. I wasn’t in control of my muscles anymore. I was lost in a haze of euphoria and all I could see, smell, taste, hear, was Gui.
After he regained his composure, he cleaned my leg off, and lay next to me.
“Why? Why me?”
I didn’t understand his question.
“Why did you let me take your virginity?” he said quietly.
“How could you tell?” I asked, scared I was bad in bed.
“Well, I could practically feel myself breaking you open like a fucking new present on Christmas.”
I blushed, and hid my face.
“It just felt right.”
“I didn’t know that you had never… I wouldn’t have tried if I had known… But after we started, it was too hard to stop… I wanted you so bad. I still want you now. But you need to rest.”
I could feel myself sore between my thighs, and I nodded my head. I was getting sleepy, and I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Christina abandoned me today on our most important day of cheerleading tryouts.
At registration, we tell all the girls about tryouts and we have one day before school starts where we teach them one cheer, one dance routine, and then they come and perform in groups of 3 and we fill the spots we need. This year, we had lost a lot of seniors, and we needed at least 2 new flyers, and a few bases. We really just needed bodies, preferably people who could tumble. The more you looked like a comp team, the better you did at states.
I had a few guys help me set up a table and I sat with 2 other cheerleaders so that we could evaluate the new prospects. Kelly was on my left, and Bri was on my right. We were in practice clothes, and the sun was beating down on us. I just wanted to be down.
While the football players were running drills, they gave us 2 yards to use for our tryouts. The girls and guys were sitting along the goal line, and I would call them up 3 at a time to perform.
“Dani, Shirley, Devan.”
I pressed play on my iPod, and they began the dance.
After wards they leaped right into the cheer, performing it perfectly. They were already on the team, and I was using them to show the others exactly what I wanted out of tryouts. It was an intimidation thing we did every year to weed out the ones who couldn’t handle it.
I kept going through the list, seeing some fails, and some really good people.
“Okay, I have a feel for your cheering, and dancing; now I need each of you to come up and showcase your tumbling. You get 30 seconds each. When I blow my whistle you will start, when I blow it again, you will end and the next person goes. Line up at the edge over there, you’re going to tumble down the line.”
They all lined up, and once again I started with Dani, Shirley and Devan. They did back handsprings, layouts, and Devan had a full layout into a back handspring into an x out. He was our best guy, strong, and able to throw girls well.
Only a few could do great tumbling, and I knew that the two small girls would be our flyers. They would learn how to do full downs from extensions.
I had a handful of others that had at least a handspring, so we were good. I debated with Kelly and Bri and then I announced the call backs.
“I would like this list to come meet me up here: Adrianna, Judy, Lexie, Miah, Amber, Rachel, Jasmine, Bebe, Dafney, Mikella and Portia. Thank you to everyone who tried out. You haven’t been ruled out, and if we get injured cheerleaders, we will need you to be able to step in. I will be telling those of you who I need as backups via text to come to practice to learn all the cheers atleast. Thank you all.”
I left Kelly and Bri to talk to the new recruits, and I packed everything up, so I could be out in time to meet Michael. I could see the guys finishing up as well, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting.
I dismissed everyone, and headed to the opening of the fence. Mike met me there a few minutes later, looking tired as hell.
“Ready to go?” He asked, as he threw his duffel bag into the back of his truck. He had a big all black shiny truck, and he took his shirt off, throwing it in the back as well.
“Trying to show out huh?” I asked, looking his sweaty body up and down. It was nice, and I bit my lip without realizing.
“Maybe. I see you like what you see.”
“Nope.” I said, trying not to blush.
“Mmhmm.” We climbed into the truck, and windows down, hip hop blasting out the speakers, he headed towards my house.
Vanessa was bobbing her head as we rode to her house, and I would sneak looks over at her. She didn’t even look like she was frazzled by the weather. It was hot as hell, and her hair was still up in her ponytail, and only her bangs were loose flying around her face because the window was down. She was in sofee shorts the light blue of our school, and a red shirt that had the sleeves cut off. I could see a light blue sports bra underneath that.
I was in our practice shorts, the same light blue, but in mesh material. I hoped looking at her didn’t make my man grow, because it would be noticeable as hell in these. I pulled up outside her house, and parked. I got out to get her bag for her, and she followed me.
“I’ll carry it for you.”
We walked to her door, and she opened it.
“So next week tutoring starts? What about everything we learn this week?”
“You better remember that shit!”
I laughed. She got life fucked up.
“Just do my work for me!”
I set her bags down, and she went into the kitchen, throwing me a water as she opened a bottle for herself. I downed my bottle, and asked where the trash was.
“Oh, I took it out this morning; let’s just put the bottles into the recycle bin outside.” She flipped a switch on the wall, and I looked around, but nothing changed inside. We headed outside and I saw the trash bins lined up on the side of her garage. We walked through the grass and she opened it and we threw our bottles away.
“What was that switch you hit?” I asked, curiosity building.
She walked to the middle of the lawn, and I followed confused.
All of a sudden, I heard and felt water hit my body. She had turned the sprinklers on. I looked behind me, and then all of a sudden, I felt her small body tackle me in to the grass.
“Thought you might like to cool down.” She laughed, and we wrestled in the grass and water, playing around in the hot sun.
I was painting a wall in my room, when I heard Chris’s car. I opened the window, and he climbed through. He came over to my desk and grabbed the blunt that was lit, taking a few hits before lying on my bed. He was wet, and I knew he must’ve took a shower in the locker room before coming over. I loved that about him. He never did anything dirty. He loved to be clean. He was constantly showering. He spelled so good… I turned to look at him.
“Hey baby.” He said lazily.
“How was practice?”
“Straight. Just drills. You still mad at me?”
“No… but you know I HATE when that shit happens at school. And if I find out you lied…”
He got up and wrapped his long arms around me.
“It’s not. I told you, I didn’t kiss or touch any other girl today. Aite?”
I nodded as he kissed my neck.
“Time to finish.” He smiled, and picked me up carrying me to the bed.
I giggled out loud, and then I heard my door open.
“Manda… Oh. Hi Chris.” My mom was up and looked drunk.
“What’s wrong mom?” I crawled out from under Chris, and was glad she came in before we got serious.
“Just wondering when your dad was coming home…”
“Mom… He’s not coming home..”
“Oh yea. He went and died on us huh?” She cackled and tripped trying to walk backwards form my door. I ran to her, and she was out cold. Chris came from nowhere and came to scoop her up. He took her to her room, and tucked her in, and I sat there, kneeling on the ground watching him take care of my mom. He came back to me, and he lifted me up. He led me to the bed and pulled me on top of him.
He lay with me on his chest, and I sat there, shocked that her words had brought me to tears, and shocked that Chris was so tender with her, and then with me. It was a side of Chris I rarely saw, and part of why I fell in love with him.
I sat with Christina as her parents sat her down to explain to her about the adoption.
“Look.. Christina. We love you. You’re our daughter no matter what anyone says. No matter what any document says. But this envelope has all the information. Your birth mom and dad, and you have an older brother. We did some research. Your mom gave you up when her and your birth dad broke up. She couldn’t support you and your brother, and she gave you up at birth and left your brother with your birth dad. The information is in here if you want to contact them… We won’t stop you. We love you.”
She took the folder, and they stood up, walking to the study, leaving us alone.
She pulled out the folder, and there was a number on the top in red for her real dad. She reached for her phone and without haste dialed the number. I was shocked that she would do that… she didn’t seem the type to jump the gun. I could hear the phone ringing, and then someone answer.
“Hello? This is Christina… I’m looking for a George, or a Andre…” she asked reading the paper.
I heard the person hang up and she dropped the phone. A few minutes later it buzzed and she received a text to her phone from the number.
She smiled, and then she stood up.
“I’ll walk you out..” I stood up and walked with her… it was weird… she had just let me take her virginity and now she was ignoring me all because of a text from her birth relatives. I didn’t really understand, but I let it go.
“I’ll see you later…” I waved and left, confused.
I was pissed at Chris, because no matter if it was true or not, it was the first day of school and the girls were going wild thinking that this would be a repeat of last year.
See, Chris… well.. There’s no right way to say this. But he’s.. He just can’t stay faithful. But I just can’t stay away. And it’s not like I haven’t tried… but he always comes back to me, and how can you say no to that face? I love him. And before people go and say that its not love that we have, you don’t know anything about me and him.
Chris just loves girls. He loves me most, but I wanted more.
I needed it to be Chris just loves me.
I skipped 1st lunch which all the seniors had and waited till 2nd lunch to go and grab something quick to eat. I was a few minutes late to my next class, but I didn’t care. I sat in the back, and began drawing on my backpack, some anime characters, and other doodles. I just wanted school to be over… But then I remembered that he was my ride home. FUCK.
Christina had work to do for senior class presidency and Vanessa was in charge of cheerleading tryouts with Christina and that was why we already planned for Chris to drive me home before his practice. I slammed my marker down.
“AMANDA. Is there a reason why you are disrupting my class?”
I looked up at my old bitch of a teacher and cut my eyes at her.
She turned back to the bored and continued teaching Economics. I dropped my head on my desk, and ignored her the rest of the class.
I went straight to the tutoring center after lunch, and Vanessa walked with me so I could sign up for her to be my tutor in English. I was slightly embarrassed she knew how bad my GPA was, but I was glad she cared enough to come talk to me about getting help. It was my senior year, and as long as I pass all of my tests this semester in English, and did all my homework, I would be able to play all the way through. And we were going to state.
“So.. How does tutoring work?” I asked.
“Well, we’ll go through our schedules, and see what times we have free. Right now, I have 1st period free for tutoring and 4th period. Then I am free after school Monday through Thursday after 6. I have cheerleading then, you know?”
“Ok, well my first period is English, but I have my free period now, so would you want to tutor me during 4th? At least English will be fresh in my mind and I can try and get some reading done before football.”
“You’re lucky you’re a senior athlete. You get first pick. And I already have some people requesting me.” She pointed to a sheet right there at the main desk and most of the people were asking for her.
“Whew.” I whistled.
“Yea, luckily for me, I am only allowed to tutor two people, and you are taking one slot already. We have a lot of tutors though, so they’ll be fine. Lucky for you I like you.” She smiled at me, and I felt myself get all weak knee’d.
She pulled out some forms from some bins, and handed them to me to fill out. She filled out some also and then had me sign them.
“These are saying you requested me and I accepted. This one says the subject you need and that I have at least an 89 in that subject from previous years. The last says that you are committed to receiving tutoring and that you will notify me if you have to cancel a session at least 2 hours before. But that won’t be a problem, since we’re friends; I practically know the schedules of my guy friends.”
“That’s cause you’re always with us.”
“You’d think I would want a break, but here I am signing up for more time with you.”
“I don’t mind.” I stepped closer to her, and didn’t look away from her eyes.
She semi-blushed, and I decided to make a move. I brushed her hair behind her ear.
“I’ll take you home after practice, if you need a ride.”
She smiled then, and nodded.
“Well, tutoring doesn’t officially start till next week, and we still have 30 minutes left till 5th. What do you want to do?”
She should have never asked me that.
I took her to the roof. She ran around the edge looking at all the different views, and I watched her. She looked so cute in her British flag tank top and cut off shorts. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her bangs were swooping across her forehead. She ran back over to me.
“If we get caught—”
I turned to face her, the wind whipping across her face. I always wanted to bring her up here, on the roof of the big building. You could see the whole area from here, and it was so peaceful.
“We won’t get caught…” I took a step towards her closing the gap. “But I’ve always wanted to do this.”
I leaned forward, and kissed her, placing my hands on either side of her waist. She leaned into the kiss, and went up on her tippy toes. I smiled and pulled away. She looked shocked, and a bit ruffled. She straightened out her tank top, layering it right over her cut off shorts, and then looked back up at me shyly.
“We should go back down before someone notices were up here.”
I nodded and turned to go back to the door and I felt her slip her hand into mine. She held my hand all the way down to the entrance back into the hall way. The stairwell was dark, barely lit but for the small rectangle window at the bottom door we were approaching. I stepped onto the main floor, and I was about to open that door, but she stopped me, and pulled me back towards her.
“That was fun.”
She leaned forward from the step she was standing on, and now equal height, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
This time I couldn’t control myself. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I put her against the door.
Just then the bell rang for 5th period.
“Oh god, I gotta get my shit!” I set her down and she readjusted her clothes and peered through the hallway. No one was there, so she opened it up, and we stepped out.
“I’ll meet you at the football field for that ride home.”
She kissed me on my cheek, and then took off towards the tutor center where she left her bag.
Oh I was so in there.
I was already tired of school. I just wanted to get out on the field. I was starting to get a headache, and so I texted Christina.
ME: You wanna get out of here?
TINA: YES. But I have a meeting after school :/
ME: I have practice… let’s go and come back once school is out.
TINA: I’ll meet you at my car.
I smiled, and grabbed my bag.
“Yo, I need to go see Coach.”
My teacher looked at me and nodded, and I headed out to go to Tina’s red convertible.
I was so ready to say fuck it and leave school, and then Gui text me and that pushed me even more over the edge, I got up and told the teacher I had to meet with the principal for the campaign. She let me go, and I was gone to the parking lot. Gui was already sitting inside, so I joined him, and I backed out the spot, speeding towards the beach.
I parked, and Gui was staring at me.
“What’s been up with you today? You were totally gone at lunch.”
I was afraid to tell someone, but out of everyone Gui would be the best to talk to.
“I think I’m adopted.. I found some papers. And I want to ask my parents, but I’m scared. I know my mom is home right now, but… will you go with me?”
Gui was looking at m, stricken with grief.
“Yea.. We got like an hour and a half left till I have to get you back at school.”
I put the car in reverse, and we sped off to my house.
I parked and we went up the drive, and I unlocked the door and headed to where I knew my mom would be. I had the files and folders in my hands, and Gui walked in behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and I took a deep breath before entering the kitchen.
“Mom?” I stepped forward, and my mom was sitting drinking from a mug, and watching the food network.
“Tina, what are you doing home?”
“I couldn’t focus… Mom? Am I adopted?” I spread the folders on the kitchen counter, and she dropped her mug.
“Where did you—were you snooping through—why did you touch—?”
I shook my head and tears started to fall.
My mom got up and came and hugged me.
“We adopted you as a baby… Please… Christina.”
I pushed her off of me and ran towards my room.
“That’s not even my real name!”
Gui, who was waiting for me in my room, looked up when I burst in and shut the door behind me. I slid down to the floor, back against the door, and he got off the bed and pulled me back up. He led me to my bed, where he cuddled with me, running his fingers through my black wavy hair, and wiping my tears.
I didn’t have practice for 30 minutes, so I met Manda at her locker. She was ignoring me, but I knew she couldn’t keep it up.
“Ready babe?” I said, and grabbed her no longer white back pack for her.
She didn’t say anything, but walked towards the parking lot so that I could take her home.
We climbed in the Rover, and I headed to her house.
I parked on the side of the road, and she tried to get out but I locked the door.
“Wait.. Talk to me Manda…”
She glared at me, but I didn’t give up. I hated when she was mad at me.
“You hooked up with someone today. Someone who is not me. I’m not an idiot.”
“Hooked up? Baby… I promise you these lips and these hands did not touch anybody else.”
She looked up at me through her long lashes, and I pulled her out of her seat into my lap.
“I promise you. I don’t know why you listen to those hoes. I wouldn’t ever go and kiss another girl, and then the same day, kiss you.”
I leaned in and kissed her, and then pulled back.
“I wouldn’t ever touch another female in the way I touch you.” I slid my hand up her shirt, and kissed her again.
“And trust me; no one ever gets this dick how I give it to you.”
I could feel it growing underneath her ass, and kissed her again.
“I got 20 minutes till I gotta be back, bet I can make you bust in half that.” I said in her ear, and she climbed into the back seat. I couldn’t fuck her cause I had practice, so I undid her jeans and slid them down, along with her lacy leopard print thong.
I kissed up her thigh, and she shivered. I reached the middle and teased her lips, licking up and down softly. She let out a soft moan, telling me she wanted more, and I obliged, widening my tongue and licking her up rougher, and she tried to close her legs but I forced them open, and she pushed her hips up towards my lips, asking for more. I flicked her clit really fast, and then switched to her opening, going as deep as my tongue would let me. She put her hands on her knees, which were open in a butterfly stretch and she help her legs open for me. I used my fingers to finger fuck her slowly as my tongue flicked fast on her clit. She was enjoying it too much, so I decided to throw in some pain with the pleasure. Taking my teeth, I gripped her clit, and wrapped my lips around and sucked. Hard. I do this to her, and she cant handle the sensation, its too intense. She was shaking, and I relented, though how she was moaning I knew she would want me to do it again. I resumed the finger fuck, adding a second finger, and reaching for her g spot. She trembled again, this time longer, and I knew she was close. I kissed her lips, and made out like I was frenching her vagina, and the way my lips moved, I knew she could feel it all over. I then went and hit the pain move again, which I call the vacuum, and within seconds she violently bust all on my mouth. I kept going, as she was shaking and yelling, until all her wetness was lapped up into my mouth. I looked at my watch.
“Hmm.. 9 minutes, not bad.” I applauded myself, as I licked my lips, and Manda sat there, panting, trying to regain her composure.
“Now, baby, I’m sorry, but a Nigga got football practice… But ill be back after and we can finish what I started.”
She slowly pulled her thong and jeans back up, legs unsteady as she climbed out the car. Before she shut the door she leaned in and I leaned forward kissing her.
“Mmmm… I taste good.” She smirked at me and she walked away to her steps to her door.
“Damn she’s bad..” I said aloud. I was gonna tear that ass up after practice.
My phone was blowing up and I looked at the screen. Some number I didn’t know text me a few times.
I want you to make me bust like I made you bust this morning ;)
I tried to meet you after school but I saw you driving away with Manda wtf
I laughed as I drove to practice. We don’t love these hoes.
I sat in art, drawing random shit. We didn’t have any projects assigned yet, so we were basically free to do whatever. We just got our supply list and our teacher, Mr. H, passed out our new black sketchbooks. I already had a few of these because I draw so much, but I wasn’t complaining about a new one.
Mr. H was my favorite teacher. He always let me come in here if I was having a bad day and chill, then write me a pass for whatever class I skipped. He was hot, tall, and built, with grey eyes and tan skin. He was Jamaican, and in his white v neck, his skin looked real tan against it. If I was older, I would definitely date him, but as it was, he was 25 and I was 17 and dating Chris.
I glanced down at my sketchbook as I drew the faces of my friends. Chris was almost done, but there was one thing I always had trouble with on him. His eyes. I could never get his right. I erased and tried again.
Chris and I have been together awhile. We were just friends at first, but then it grew into something more… We confided in each other our fears and aspirations and I knew more about him then most everyone in our group. His best friend was one of my beat friends and she knew him longer than me so she knew more about him as a kid. They had their inside jokes, and memories, but I was Chris’s girl. Art chic that is dating one of the fantastic four, better known as Chris, Gui, Miji, and Michael. They were our O line and the best players on the team.
I was drawing aimlessly now and realized I had drawn all of them in their uniforms on the field. That’s how I drew best, pencil in hand thinking about random things. The bell rang and i grabbed my stuff to go to to 3rd period Spanish. I hated this class but the teacher was easy. Ms. Peraza. I walked in and a few juniors were looking at me, staring. I wish they would stay in their place.
“You got a problem?” I asked the girls and one of them started laughing.
“No, but your boyfriend had his solved.”
I clenched my fists and tried to contain myself. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Apparently he was in gym with someone else… Solving some problems.”
“Apparently? So you’re just starting shit?”
“Well Ashley said—”
“You would listen to the school hoe. Shame.”
The girls got quiet and I knew they were wondering if Ashley could’ve lied, and I could see them doubting the story already. Good. I sat down and text Chris.
Me: so you hooked up with Ashley? You’re a fucking dirty ass hoe.
I put my phone away, and even tho I felt it vibrating I ignored all his texts.
Ashley went and fucking ran her mouth, but what can you expect from a girl so willing to open her mouth to my dick. Manda found out and was pissed. I got her text while I was at my locker and I swore out loud.
“Language bitch.” Nessa said as she grabbed a binder.
“Ness, shut the fuck up.”
She laughed at my distress. “Who got your panties in a knot?”
“That dumb hoe Ashley is spreading shit about me and Manda is pissed.”
“Uh oh… Is it true?”
Vanessa slammed her locker and we began to walk to Drama 3.
“Chris! You’re a fucking whore.”
“No, Ashley is. Why else would she give me head in the weight room? If she never came and pulled my dick out, it never would’ve happened.”
“You’re dumb I SWEAR. You shoulda told her ass to go away.”
“No, you’re dumb. You don’t turn down free head.”
Football was my favorite sport. I was the center, and snapped the ball to the quarterback, aka Chris. Everytime we stepped on that field I felt like a super star. And we were. Last year we lost in the quarter finals but this year, we were gonna win it.
We had practice after school, and I was in charge of getting all the lil freshman into shape with conditioning. Coach said I was already in shape and didn’t want to push me too hard. We had scouts who were looking for us and he didn’t want any preseason injuries.
I went into the tutoring center for my free period, and worked on an outline for conditioning the new kids.
My dad was really proud of me. It was just me and him, and he was my number one fan. He played in college and was geared for the NFL when he tore his acl and mcl. I was going to take on his legacy though and make him proud.
I wanted to show everyone I was a good leader and that I was capable of playing in college and the NFL. And coaching these new kids would help me learn the game even better and I would be creating a new batch of kids to lead us to victory.
The bell rang for lunch, and i wanted to make sure I got a seat next to Vanessa. She was always sitting in between Mijo and Chris last year and this year I wanted to swoop in.
Not in a bad way, just enough so that she would see I was cool to hang with too.
I got to the caf and saw her walk in with Christina. I decided to get in line with them.
“Christina.. What do you think about that lame book we have for English? Brave New World? Boring.”
“You haven’t even read it Mike! It’s actually really good.” Vanessa said. Christina wasn’t even much paying attention.
“You read it Vanessa?” now i felt dumb, because I was trying to show out.
“Yes, it’s really good. And from what I hear, a certain athlete needs to pass English to keep his GPA up for football and college scholarships, so if you need help, I can tutor you. Just sign up for me in the tutor center today before you get stuck with Fat Marge.”
I nodded, excited that my plan took an unexpected twist.
“Who told you that though?”
“Oh, they gave me access to the list of at risk athletes, they hope that if I go out and talk to the athletes seeing as im one myself, they wont feel as bad getting tutored. Plus, everyone loves getting tutored by me.” She winked at me, and I felt a smile grow on my face.
“I’ll do that today. Thanks Ness.”
She smiled at me, and I knew I was in there. We walked over to our table and before I could, she sat down and Chris and Mijo took their normal seats on either side of her.
Damn. Maybe I still had to work to get in there.
Manda never came to lunch, and I noticed but didn’t know what to do… I was about to skip the rest of the day but I couldn’t, I was junior class president and we had elections next month for the new president.
I had to get that spot again this year. I needed to meet with my old group and plan for posters. I felt like I had a lot of work I needed to do to secure my spot as class president again this year. I had to build up my resume for college. Class president, co-captain for cheerleading… Cheerleading! I forgot I had to schedule tryouts for our new freshman team with Vanessa. I hoped she could handle planning that because as soon as my meeting was over I was headed home…
I was going to confront my parents…
Last first day of high school, ever. I was blasting a new mixtape I recently heard and adjusted my black v neck over my teal skinny jeans. I heard the honking of the car, and hurried to lace my vans. I knew that was Christina waiting for me in her Sebring Convertible. I took one last look in the mirror hanging on my door, and then approving of the way my half brunette half blonde hair sat, scrunched and parted; I grabbed my all white back pack and headed through the house.
My mom was still knocked out on the couch, her new spot to sleep ever since December. It’s now August, and school was starting. I looked up once at the picture on the wall, of me, mom, and dad. Summer before he passed. I heard another honk, which pulled me out of my trance, and ran out the door, taking the steps quickly.
I gripped the side of the red car, and hopped over the edge into my seat. I slid my back pack to the floor, and put my feet up on the dash.
“Bitch. What the fuck I told you about your feet?” Christina said, turning her head so fast her long waves flying over her shoulder.
“My bad hoe.” I put my feet down, and leaned the seat back.
She glared at me and I smiled. “I missed you hoe.”
“You better have, now tell me all about New York.”
Christina sped off, and I told her about my trip. It was kinda weird, I normally don’t do all the talking but today she seemed distracted, just appropriately replying to my story with ‘oh’s’ and ‘cool’ and ‘anything else?’
When we got to the parking lot, all I saw was everyone I was used to seeing. Geeks, Jocks, Goths, Band Nerds, and the regular kids. Christina and I climbed out, and she locked her car with a small lil beep beep. We headed in, still talking about my trip to New York.
See, after my father died in December, my mom wasn’t handling it well, and sent me to New York to be with some family for the summer. All summer actually. I spent time with my cousins and my dad’s brothers, and painting. That was my passion, art. As we arrived at our lockers, I put in my combination, and pulled out my books for 1st period, and then my sketchbook for art, 2nd period. I threw the books in my backpack. I headed to homeroom, and was early, so I sat down in the middle, and grabbed my markers out of my bag. The room started to fill in and I began drawing on my backpack and waited to hear my friends come in.
I looked up and beautiful brown eyes were looked down at me. I smiled, and his lips mimicked mine, and pretty white teeth shown at me, with freckles framing his face. His face grew closer and my lips were met with his, soft and plump, and I lost myself in a kiss.
“Get a room!” I knew that had to be Michael, he was always a mess.
Chris and I pulled apart, and I saw Michael sit down in front of me, pulling off his letterman jacket.
Chris sat in the seat next to me, and I waited to see when Christina was going to come in. I could hear the group outside, and the bell rang. The teacher stood up and began to write her name on the board.
“Class, I am Mrs. Vanlandingham, most people call me Mrs. Van.”
She turned back to us and the door opened.
“Y’all so dumb!” Vanessa’s loud voice traveled into the classroom, as Mijo, Gui, and Christina, came in late.
“You’re late.” Mrs. Van gave them a stern look, but it was ignored by them.
They continued to their seats, talking about something that had happened in the hall way. “But I cant believe that kid thought he had a chance with me!” Christina said, and the guys cackled.
“He looked new, leave him alone.” Vanessa always stood up for the lame kids.
I continued drawing, and the announcements came on.
“I pledge the allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America…” I drowned everything out, and didn’t even realize the bell was about to go off. I looked around, and saw Michael flirting with Vanessa. I was surprised they weren’t dating yet. He was always talking about her last year when we took Drama together; I figured he would have made a move by now.
Christina was looking at some papers in a folder, spread open on her desk, looking lost in her thoughts. I tried to lean over and look, but she saw me, and quickly shut the folder.
I looked at her confused.
“Bell’s about to ring.”
I nodded, and a few seconds later it dinged, and I rushed to put everything in my bag to get to 1st period.
“Babe, I’ll meet you at lunch.” Chris quickly kissed my cheek, and disappeared with Mijo and Michael, letterman’s jackets on their backs and not a care in the world.
I left homeroom, kissing Manda on the cheek. Everyone knew she was mine, but I liked to make sure none of the guys got any ideas. I went to my locker, to drop off all my shit, and head to gym. I had double weightlifting, and basically that was just a bullshit class seniors took to goof off and relax. Or finish homework for the rest of the day. I got lucky and had it back to back, and was going to take advantage of it this year.
I felt someone push me, and it was Nessa, my best friend.
“Move fat ass.”
Her locker was the middle one right under mine. I scooted over as I shut my locker and clasped the lock.
“Look girl. I do what I want.”
She rolled her eyes, and I shoved her slightly. She glared at me, but I ignored her, turning to punch Mijo in the arm.
“Nigga! Senior year! Party Friday… gotta see all the new line up… if you catch my drift. And Football season this year… it’s on. We need to go talk to coach.”
“Let’s go now during weightlifting.”
I nodded, as I saw Ashley walking towards my locker. She was a junior, and she was fine. She was always leaving notes in my locker last year, and she got real nice over summer… I might have to take up her offers this year. Yea, Manda was mine… but I mean… we’re not married.
“Hey Chris.” She said, winking and swaying her hips like she was Beyonce.
She was thick as fuck, ass for days, and perky breasts that sat just right in her v neck. Her skinny jeans clung to her shape, and I hit her with my signature “Sup?” as she continued down the hall.
Mijo and I followed her ass with our eyes, and we only looked away when Nessa spoke.
“I’ll come with; I need to see Coach Amy. I need to pick up my uniform.”
Nessa linked arms with Mijo and me, and she pulled us along the hallway towards the athletics offices, opposite of that fat ass.
I was on my way to English, but I didn’t much care for it… Last night I was in my dad’s office looking for some school supplies, when I came across a drawer that had a file with my name on it. In side were papers that I didn’t understand… A birth certificate for a different child with the same birthday as me… And documents for a legal name change to Christina.
I could hear the boys in the hall way talking about me, most of it good stuff that I was used to hearing. I had long wavy hair, and boys here loved how I looked. You could say that my crew and I were THAT crowd. I was a cheerleader, co-captain with Vanessa, and also Student Body President.
I sat down in my desk, and thought about how I looked Hispanic, I looked like my parents! I always got comments about how I looked exactly like my dad. But I found proof that it was wrong.
I was adopted.
I watched Vanessa lead Chris and Mijo down the hall, and felt a bit jealous. We all were friends and hung out, but it seemed like she was closest to them. She was super smart, and offered extra tutoring. She was also co-captain of the cheerleading squad.
I wanted to get to know her better, but how she was always with Chris and Mijo, I figured she was feeling one of them, even though Chris was mostly with Manda, so I guess her and Mijo might be something. I never saw anything weird, other than her kiss him on the cheek, but she did that to all of us guys.
I headed to English, and thought about football practice after school, and how I would get to see Vanessa out there practicing.
I saw Christina, who was also a cheerleader, and figured she could help me get Vanessa, since she was a main girl in the crew. I dropped my backpack and pulled out our book, Brave New World, and waited for the teacher to start. I felt my phone vibrate and checked it real quick.
“Back to School Party THIS FRIDAY. We gotta have everyone there, all our new freshman players to haze, and all the new freshman girls to de-virginize.”
I stifled a laugh as I put my phone in my pocket. Chris was so dumb, but this party could be my in to getting Vanessa.
It was 2nd period, and I was sitting in weightlifting, bored. Weightlifting was basically a bullshit class, which only involved weightlifting if you were in a sport. If you weren’t, you just had got to shoot around the gym, talk, or finish homework. It was an easy A and an elective mostly juniors and seniors took. Ashley had this class with me, and she kept sneaking looks at me over where I was sitting. I knew I should be lifting weights for practice today, but no one else had asked to go in there, so Coach left it locked. But I figured I could put it to good use.
I got up and jogged to coach, feeling Ashley’s eyes on me.
“Can I get the key to the weight room; I want to lift a bit.”
He handed me his keys, and I walked to gym door, pushing it open so I could get to the side door to the weight room. Before I walked out I saw Ashley stand up.
I went into the room and lay out on a bench, warming up with the bar alone. I heard thr door open and close softly, and I knew my plan had worked as soon as I heard the door lock. I continued lifting, ignoring her, because that’s what they like. To be ignored.
I felt her hands on my abs and ignored them, though I could see her curves through the corner of my eye. She huffed loudly, and I knew she was getting upset as I continued to work out.
She sat across my lap, and I let out a breath, shocked at her bluntness, but also expecting it.
I let out a small laugh, and answered her.
“He’s always excited when he’s about to get some head.”
She got up slowly, and pushed the bar up again, finally about to max out.
She pulled my gym pants down, and I brought the bar down to my chest again breathing out. I felt her tongue and I set the bar down on the rack, and was lost in the feel of Ashley’s warm mouth topping me off at 10:15 in the morning.
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