possible, as nearly the entire day had passed and still no sighting of Marquis. She had spoken with him the night before and he had promised that he’d find her.
Jamika fiddled with the doors along the front of the gym, until she finally found one that was open. The gym was empty during sixth hour and the darkness made it feel eerie. Jamika knew from attending previous games that the back of the gym was directly across the court and all she had to do was walk a straight line across to make it to the back doors of the gym. She started across the floor then jumped as the bell to begin sixth hour class rang loudly. She continued across until finally she saw rays of sun through the openings in the rear gym doors and knew she was approaching the back.
She peered through as she approached, and sure enough, a girl who looked to be of Latino descent stood patiently waiting. She must be Reva. Jamika stood there quietly observing Reva, until Reva’s eyes lit up at the sight of someone approaching that Jamika could not see. Jamika’s heart began to speed as she waited for the person to come into view.
And then, there he stood, her Marquis. He embraced Reva as if he hadn’t seen her in years and then stepped back to look at her as if he was in awe of her. Marquis had never looked at her in this way. She was hurt but even more so, she was angry. How long had she been playing his fool?
Marquis smiled at Reva and fished a little box out of his pocket. Before Jamika wanted to, she involuntarily pushed open the gym doors and was in Marquis’s face. “What the hell is going on here, Marquis?” Marquis was shocked into silence. Damn. What in the hell was Jamika doing here? He had successfully avoided her three times during the school day and had decided that that evening, he would call her to break things off. She was an okay little plaything when she was at the middle school. But, with her now going to the same school as himself and Reva, it was just too much of a gamble. If Reva finds out he was cheating, she’ll never marry him. He had to think fast.
“Jamika, girl damn, how the hell you knew I’d be here!” Then he turned to speak to Reva. “See baby, her people live down the street from me. She be over there on the weekends. She has a little crush on me and just won’t stop. I’ve told her time and time again that I love you, but she just won’t stop. She’s like a little stalker or something.” Then, he turned back to Jamika. “This shit getting scary, girl. I’m having a talk with your people later, because you gon’ stop this shit! I don’t want you! I want Reva! How many times you gon’ make me tell you this!”
Jamika looked at Marquis and was at a loss for words. After that, anything she said would make her look like a crazy stalker to Reva, or a girl that didn’t know when they weren’t wanted to Marquis. She stood there looking and feeling embarrassed and out of place. Reva looked at Marquis for an indication as to whether any of this was true. Marquis knew it was now or never to claim his true love.
He did not want to hurt Jamika, but he did not love her. He would miss her little, tight pussy though. He was amazed at how good Jamika was in bed, being that she was so young. Marquis turned back to Reva, once again lifting the little box. He began to speak to her as if Jamika was no longer there. “You know I love you, Reva. This is our last year, we both plan to go to FAMU, and I just thought that it’s time for us to truly start to plan our future together. You really love me, right?” he asked.
“You know I’m crazy about you, Queesie,” she replied.
“And you plan to spend the rest of your life with me, right?” he asked, genuinely nterested in her reply.
Jamika felt sick; she’d given herself to him repeatedly. She’d been to numerous Dillard basketball games to cheer him on and support him. They talked on the phone all the time. She had no idea there was anyone else. She thought
Jamika fiddled with the doors along the front of the gym, until she finally found one that was open. The gym was empty during sixth hour and the darkness made it feel eerie. Jamika knew from attending previous games that the back of the gym was directly across the court and all she had to do was walk a straight line across to make it to the back doors of the gym. She started across the floor then jumped as the bell to begin sixth hour class rang loudly. She continued across until finally she saw rays of sun through the openings in the rear gym doors and knew she was approaching the back.
She peered through as she approached, and sure enough, a girl who looked to be of Latino descent stood patiently waiting. She must be Reva. Jamika stood there quietly observing Reva, until Reva’s eyes lit up at the sight of someone approaching that Jamika could not see. Jamika’s heart began to speed as she waited for the person to come into view.
And then, there he stood, her Marquis. He embraced Reva as if he hadn’t seen her in years and then stepped back to look at her as if he was in awe of her. Marquis had never looked at her in this way. She was hurt but even more so, she was angry. How long had she been playing his fool?
Marquis smiled at Reva and fished a little box out of his pocket. Before Jamika wanted to, she involuntarily pushed open the gym doors and was in Marquis’s face. “What the hell is going on here, Marquis?” Marquis was shocked into silence. Damn. What in the hell was Jamika doing here? He had successfully avoided her three times during the school day and had decided that that evening, he would call her to break things off. She was an okay little plaything when she was at the middle school. But, with her now going to the same school as himself and Reva, it was just too much of a gamble. If Reva finds out he was cheating, she’ll never marry him. He had to think fast.
“Jamika, girl damn, how the hell you knew I’d be here!” Then he turned to speak to Reva. “See baby, her people live down the street from me. She be over there on the weekends. She has a little crush on me and just won’t stop. I’ve told her time and time again that I love you, but she just won’t stop. She’s like a little stalker or something.” Then, he turned back to Jamika. “This shit getting scary, girl. I’m having a talk with your people later, because you gon’ stop this shit! I don’t want you! I want Reva! How many times you gon’ make me tell you this!”
Jamika looked at Marquis and was at a loss for words. After that, anything she said would make her look like a crazy stalker to Reva, or a girl that didn’t know when they weren’t wanted to Marquis. She stood there looking and feeling embarrassed and out of place. Reva looked at Marquis for an indication as to whether any of this was true. Marquis knew it was now or never to claim his true love.
He did not want to hurt Jamika, but he did not love her. He would miss her little, tight pussy though. He was amazed at how good Jamika was in bed, being that she was so young. Marquis turned back to Reva, once again lifting the little box. He began to speak to her as if Jamika was no longer there. “You know I love you, Reva. This is our last year, we both plan to go to FAMU, and I just thought that it’s time for us to truly start to plan our future together. You really love me, right?” he asked.
“You know I’m crazy about you, Queesie,” she replied.
“And you plan to spend the rest of your life with me, right?” he asked, genuinely nterested in her reply.
Jamika felt sick; she’d given herself to him repeatedly. She’d been to numerous Dillard basketball games to cheer him on and support him. They talked on the phone all the time. She had no idea there was anyone else. She thought
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