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Date Posted: 23:23:41 07/12/02 Fri
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's message, "Re: Diva B Productionz Presents...*Another Black Story*" on 21:18:41 07/12/02 Fri
I FIRST JUST WANTED TO THANK ER'BODY THAT BEEN READING MY STOREE FA REAL BECAUSE IT REALLY DO MEAN ALOT INSTEAD JUS POSTIN' AND PEOPLE DON'T READ EM LOL SO THATS COO I THANK YALL AND ALL YALL KEEP DOINW HAT YALL DO I BEEN HITITN UP ASHLEY STOREE AND SOME OTHA STOREES AND THEY HOT! KEEP IT COMIN TO ER'BODY. AND NOW...MY NEXT PART LOL
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~Flashback~
“Shay, Shay, Roshay, Shay…” I nudged at Roshay’s shoulder talking to another girl. She turned around laughing at how much I was annoying her. That’s the best way to get her attention when she don’t want to listen. “What?”
“Girl, guess what? Well, come on we need to get to class anyway,” I pulled at her leaving the girl standing alone. Shoot, I don’t care.
We got in class just two minutes before the end of C lunch bell would ring. Enough time for me to tell her what was up. “Girl, I JUST saw Reggie! He looked so good girl. He look better than he did when we were in the seventh grade and he was in the eighth grade and I was just dazed at him!” I yelled leaning on my desk. She just stared at me like I was crazy.
“Bitch, have you lost your last nerve?”
“What?”
“That’s what you wanted to tell me?”
“Yeah, and I bumped into him and girl guess what he said?” My eyes were wide and waiting to tell her. I had never been so sprung over no dude in my life. I’m able and willing to catch any dude. They usually come and talk to me, but Reggie was different. He liked to be chased and I was chasing him too. I was fascinated at how well he kept his composure and acted like he didn’t notice me. Who didn’t? No, I ain’t stuck up.
“What he say?” She asked looking into her compact.
“Girl, he said…” I began and continued “Eh, you alright? I’m sorry about that,” I tried to copy his voice. Roshay looked at me again and laughed and shook her head.
“Then, he smiled and I almost melted. He didn’t even hardly nudge me. I think he wanted to talk to me girl,” I concluded sitting in my desk just as the bell rang.
“Macy, baby, listen to me. Reggie is a sophomore right?”
“Yeah”
“Nobody messes with freshmen females Macy. Now, you know that. No dude you dated was an upper classman. After that mess with that girl from last year, she messed it up for us, so they ain’t gon’ try to talk to us. Maybe next year. I mean, when you gon’ get that through your head. You had one conversation with the boy and you already a stalker. How long you been chasin’ him?” She questioned.
Students were coming in and Tyrone came over bothering us interrupting my thinking. “Nigga, move!” I pushed his hand from around my neck. “Dang, she always like this Ro?” He asked walking over to Roshay.
“Yup. That’s Macy for you”
“She mean, man. That’s why you don’t have a boyfriend now!” He teased laughing walking towards the door to leave again. “So! You just mad because I don’t like you punk,” I called out. Roshay being the instigator she is she did her little “oh” and “ah” as Tyrone walked back out the door.
“So, anyways, what was I sayin’?” I tried to retrack myself.
“About Reggie…”
“Yeah. So, we started talkin’-”
“Started?! Yall spoke once and not even longer than five minutes!” Roshay laughed. Mr. Grinson hadn’t walked in yet. He always late. A few minutes later the bell began to sound and they were running in class, but Mr.Grinson still hadn’t made it.
“Well, so what? Well I remember how we met last year when we were in the eighth grade and February 21 was the date. It was Valentine’s Jam at Reaunna’s house and we were standing in line to get in and he was standing with his homeboy and I was with…what his name? Well, so, yeah, he asked me for a dollar to show this boy a trick and we talked like for a good five seconds and that was it,” I explained.
“And today is March 21 of our freshman year. Oh my goodness, what a coincidence,” Roshay sarcastically sounded excited. I laughed.
“Oh! I didn’t notice that. That’s tight!”
“Girl please. I was just playing”
Mr. Grinson walked in late unorganized as usual. He was a mess. We started laughing because his top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. He is a really good looking teacher though and young too. I don’t know if he really knew what he was doing when he decided to become a teacher. We use to think he was a stripper or something. He dropped his things on his desk and began writing an assignment form our textbook on the board. All we ever do most of the time is bookwork. When we do actually do some work he get off track talking about how his ex girlfriend screwed him over. He needs a psychologist. He too fine to be stressed. Haha.
“Gary, I left my lesson plans in your…oh, you have a class,” Miss Patterson laughed walking in buttoning her skirt and straightening her suit jacket. The teachers’ lounge was just down the hall. I had Miss Patterson too. I guess she didn’t have a class this period. Miss Patterson is such a slut. She shakes up every male teacher in this hallway. Mr…I mean “Gary” dropped the chalk straightening up himself.
“Lisa, um, I do? I mean, huh?”
She started laughing and grabbed it off his desk and wrote something down on his notepad, “It’s alright. I got it. I’ll catch you later on okay?” She morely told him than tried to confirm giving him that eye she gave the other good looking male teachers the seniors tried to holla at. “Gary” didn’t know what to do. He sat down at his desk and gave us time to talk for a while until he collected himself, which sometimes took the whole period. It was cool with us.
“So, guess what I’m gon’ do?”
“What Macy”
“I’m going to ask him out, today. I’m going to catch him after school. He might want to come over and play the Playstation or chill or something. I got to try something. I’m sick of sititng and waiting for him. I know he noticed me,” I crossed my arms.
“Macy, you need to pull yourself together and get a life. Something. You are sprung and you need to snap the hell out of it. It’s just not going to happen girl. I love you, but it ain’t. So many other dudes to look for. Maybe that’s why you can’t get no boyfriend right now because ev-”
“Yeah, yeah yeah. They all know I’m “sprung” over Reggie. Oh, I mean Reginald DeVon McQuire. He’s number 22 on the basketball team and a forward. What is there I don’t know?” I asked smiling. I didn’t care what anybody said. I was going to get him.
“You need help”
“So, you ain’t had a man since when?” I joked laughing. Roshay laughed too.
“And! I don’t need a nigga right now. I got other things to worry about. You ain’t never going to get Reggie anyway punk”
I laughed, “Yeah, we’ll see girl. We’ll see.”
I just left it at that until this afternoon.
THA NEXT PART IS STILL IN THA FLASHBACK BUT IT'S COMIN' SOON IM BUSY TYPING DA BOI RIGH NOW. LOL YALL COME BACK NAH YA HEA'!
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