Part 3 : Flashback

Part 3 :The Flashback

I don't know how I got here, and why my brain is allowing me see a person who I despise so much. But, I just see Marcus. Yes, that's right. Marcus Johnson, my first love, first boyfriend, first everything. We're eating downtown, enjoying breakfast at my favorite Waffle House. He says something that makes my cheeks rise up forming a smirk that turns into a laugh. Now, me and Marcus were high school sweethearts. When we first met I was a freshman and he was a senior. We weren't really supposed to end up together. I was originally going to talk to his friend John, and my best friend Tazia was going to talk to Marcus. It was senior night for the football players, so you know the whole school had to be present that night. That's the same day me and Tazia finally had got the courage to talk to these seniors. Now, when we were eighth graders we made a bucket list of what we wanted to do as freshman's. One of the activities on the list involved dating a senior athlete. So we were very determined to commit to everything we stated on the list. Now, during senior night our school is down by 3 touchdowns. Marcus and John are on the field, John has the ball, and with Marcus being the star quarterback he's hoping to score a touchdown, to help get his team a better alternative to score. Marcus ran back as John motioned with his finger where to go. Once John see Marcus run back, he then proceeds to throw Marcus the ball, making it twirl in a circular motion as it spins profoundly. Marcus catches the ball that John throws at him, and starts to run full force towards the end of the field, trying to score his last home touchdown in his high school career. Unfortunately, at the very end of the field, he was punctured in his ribs by a harsh tackle made by his opponent on the opposite team. Causing Marcus to fall to the ground, feeling nothing but pain and disappointment. As he fall, the ball then fumbles out of bounds resulting in the opposite team winning the football game. Marcus just lays on the ground, filled with guilt and humiliation. As the game was over him and John laid there talking to one another about the game. In this moment, me and Tazia felt it was the best opportunity to attempt to talk to them. We walked up being quietly as possible, hoping not to upset nor frighten them. As they hear our footsteps approach they stop talking and gives us all of their undivided attention. Tazia goes forwards and says " I know you're upset due to your devastating lost, but I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight?". While those words fly out of Tazia's mouth, Johns facial expression changes from confusion to looking irritated. While Tazia stood there with confidence, allowing her to feel good about herself and how she approached him, John made a way to dim her light. John responded " Are you dumb or just plain stupid? My friend isn't feeling well between his tackle and the loss we just received. So why don't you take your little shrimp asses on somewhere. We don't want anything from y'all, better yet y'all at all. So I think y'all should just get to stepping, and get the fuck out our faces." After those words came out I didn't even need to look at Tazia to notice her mood changed. Her body posture was different, voice was shaky and her leg was shaking. Now for me, I wasn't going to allow a want to be hard ass bitch to break my friend. In which, his responded forced me to go completely off on this man. I responded " Look, I know you just lost or whatever the case may be, but that doesn't necessarily give you the right to sit up here and try to break down my friend. Is the team losing our fault? Huh? I didn't think so. Instead of trying to break my friend you need to realize this team loss is nobody's fault but your own damn self. Now when you know how to be an actual man and be accountable for your actions you know where to find her. But, for now, you need to realize how to treat woman and realize who the fuck you're talking to. So, with this being said, you can finish crying like a little bitch, bye."After those words flew out of my mouth, I put my hand on Tazia's back guiding her to turn around and we walked away. The look I gave John was hurt, more hurt than I saw before coming over here. As I was walking away Marcus says "Hey, hold on!!". When I turned around I see him approaching us limping and holding the left side of this rib. As Marcus is approaching us, he looks taller from the stands. His long dreads that has a little highlight of light brown at the tips of the dreads, a fat and very structured nose. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, chiseled jawline, big head that went perfect with his face, and dark chocolate skin complexion. His image was literally the whole package. He asks Tazia if me and him could talk alone. She then goes towards John, which looks to be a very awkward experience. He then looks me in the eye, with a very nervous look saying "hey, please don't pay him any mind. Football is basically his life, it's all he knows. So of course this is a huge deal for him. But, that doesn't make this accountable for his actions. I'm sorry he went off on your friend like that." I responded " it's alright.". I didn't really take it to heart as he did, I was more so over it as he was dedicated to prove me wrong. He then tells me he wants to know if I wanted to hang out sometime. I was more than welcome than hanging out with him. So as we exchanged phone numbers we started talking more. Surprisingly, even though John and Tazia exchanged harsh words, they turned out being a good couple. Me and Marcus started going on dates, which turned into us dating. We were dating for two years, of course we had our arguments and disagreements. But, thats not the cause of our relationship ending. He secretly had impregnated my cousin, Debbie, and was engaged with her. I found out with her coming to me telling me what was going on. She was feeling bad that it went this far. She only wanted this experience with him to be a one night stand, she ended up falling in love and getting pregnant. I confronted him one day as she at my house, I ended things and told him that I never wanted to see his monkey ass again. Debbie was more than generous enough for making me the god mother to her son Stephen. So as me and Marcus are at this Waffle House enjoying life, we both lean in pressing our lips out together as an attempt to come together and form a kiss with one another. Right before we touch lips, Debbie comes inside with her son and smacks me for thinking I would ever get a kiss from Marcus again. So I went ahead and picked up my coffee mug and threw coffee in her child's face. Which resulted into his face turning a different pigment as his scream increased by the minute. While doing so his mother went into her purse and tased me, and threw cold water in my face. I woke up to being in the living room floor of Stephanies party, by getting knocked out by Troy.