chapter 5-

I tapped the picture of my new idol , Toccara Jones , onto the wall over my bed . She looked good . And she had the confidence of any beautiful woman .
2 years had passed since i started to attend therapy and self esteem classes . I was feeling much better about myself , on the inside and on the out .
I had chopped of my beautiful long hair and now rocked a fade . It was a big decision for me but i just needed a huge change that would show i could do anything i put my mind to . And i did it ! It shocked everyone in my family except my mother . She criticized me even more . But to hell with it ! By that time i knew i was beautiful so every word that fell out of her mouth fell upon deaf ears . I refused to listen . And besides , i thought the cut was fly . when i slicked my baby hair that i had in the front into some cut swirls it really brought out my face . I was more confident in who i was and everyone began to take notice . People at my shop , my employees , customers and Makayla as well .
I was even taking steps to better my health and my weight . Twice a week i'd take a trip to the gym after work and it felt good to know i was bettering myself . I stopped buying all the unhealthy junk at the store , i realized i was really the blame of why i was packing on the pounds . I was the only one to blame .
"bravo , bravo ," Makayla clapped her hands and smiled at me as i stepped down from my bed " i really am proud of you . My best friend ! I knew you could do it . You just had to want it bad enough ."
i smiled " yeah girl , i know . We've been through this a million times . You always say that and then you tear up and later on we go out for drinks , " i laughed " you really gotta get a new routine . "
Makayla rolled her eyes " I'm just just tryna give you yo' props Angie . You know , when we were little i kept on telling myself we would always be here for each other . I love you Ang . I do . "
" Love you too , sis . "
We were quiet for a minute . I was thinking about how it felt like a breath of fresh air had blown right threw me . And Makayla was probably figuring out how to get me to go out with her later tonight .
Before she could say anything i threw my hands up in the air " We can go out for drinks ! you don't have to scheme . "
She laughed " Thanks girl . I think i used up my last favor with you last week . I wasn't sure how i was gonna get you to agree . "
She just stared at me . Giving me a once over . I could tell she was genuinely happy for me .A true friend she was .
she headed home to get ready to go out and promised she'd be back in an hour to pick me up .
I was cool with that .
We decided on a small poetry joint a few blocks from my house . It was a quiet place and it isn't formal , so it was perfect for me .


I decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans , 2 inch heals , and a plain white tank top the showed of a a little cleavage . I'm mot gonna lie , it was simple but i felt sexy .
Makayla wore a purple sun dress with white designs on it and purple flip flops . She had a ring on each finger on her right hand , a tennis bracelet on her left arm and a juicy couture heart necklace. no doubt , she was cute .
These days i felt way better being around her .


" Please welcome to the stage , lady royal . "
The crowd snapped for the poet taking the stage as i sipped from my long island iced tea .
Lady royal took the stage and she looked , beautiful . She rocked a natural curly afro , she had long thick eye lashes , almond brown colored eyes . And her skin tone . . . She had to be from a island or something .
Sure enough , when she spoke she had a accent .
Makayla was sitting next to me taking shots of some brown liquid "these are these shit . "
I laughed and focused back on the stage . If she wanted to get pissy drunk she could be my guest ! Every time we go out she does it anyway and i always end up driving back to my house in her car and she ends up to drunk to drive home .
" Excuse me , " a deep voice floated over my shoulder " is this seat taken ? "
I looked to my left and saw the finest brotha i'd seen in a while . He had to be at least 6 feet , light caramel skin tone , his body was well toned . I could tell threw his designer t-shirt and jeans that he had it going on . His eyes were a hazel color which fit him perfect .And his neat dreads hung free to the bottom of his neck .
I searched my mind , I knew that face . But i couldn't place it exactly .
" no , no ones sitting there . "
He took a seat placed his drink on the table and turned to face the poet .
My heart was beating so fast i could have sworn everyone could hear it . But i was tripping . I mean , the best looking brotha in this whole joint is sitting next to me so then again i might not be tripping . Thats just how nervous i was !
He turned to me and the face was becoming more and more familiar " she's speaking some pretty tough words tonight , huh ? "
Steve . . . ? Spencer . . . ? Six . . . ?
I shook my head " yeah , she is . "
I lied . I didn't know what she was talking about . I was trying to focus but i was too wrapped up in my own thoughts .
" You come here often ? I've never seen you before . "
" This is my first time here . I might come back . It's so relaxed and quiet . "
he flashed me a pretty boy smile " i'd like that . "
I caught lady royal's last sentence " . . . come take me back where i'm from . "
The crowd snapped and she exited the stage .
The host introduced the next act " lady's and gentlemen , show some love for our next artist , seven . "
Thats it ! Seven ! His name is Seven !
The brotha to my left , Seven , stood up , turned to me and said " wish me luck " and headed to the stage .
Seven , he defended me in high school . Although he was popular when anybody messed with me he took it personal and took care of it . He was kind of thuggish back then , still is , but he had a good heart .
He spoke in to the mic " i still remember the beautiful girl / do you / smiles big and nails painted blue / halfway happy halfway blue / she'd smile at me / i'd smile at her too / do to circumstances our cliques were completely different 2 ./ at last we meet again / ill be your man if you need a man / and your friend if you need a friend / ill be there if you can understand / ill give you help if you need a hand . "
I snapped my fingers for him ! You know i did .
He had looked me in my eyes several times while he spoke and i knew he was talking about me . Although in school he'd stick up for me i never knew he payed that much attention to me though .
He must have freestyled that . I liked it .
He must have payed attention to me to know that i painted my nails blue . It always was my color !
By the end of the night Makayla was drunk as predicted and i had Seven's number programed in my cell phone .
Driving home i couldn't wait to the next day so i could call seven's fine behind up .


chapter 6 - seven

When i woke up the next morning i smiled to myself . I had done what i'd wanted to do since i was a young boy , and that was to holla at Angie .
Now she wasn't that fine when we were younger but she was pretty . And although she had chopped her hair off and gained a lil weight the woman i saw was beautiful .
When we were in high school although she was a size 16 she always had on the perfect outfit and her personality was just the icing on the cake .
I was the basketball star so naturally i dated the cheerleaders because i could . But that wasn't what i really wanted . I wanted a girl who atleast had a lil meat on her bones and a personality of her own . But instead of getting clowned by my boys i just did the traditional thing . But now , being a grown ass man i make my own decisions and choose who i want , and i most definitely want angie . And i will do everythig in my power to get and keep her .


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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.06.2011

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