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if she didn’t remember what just happened at the club.  “Maria, talk to me.  What’s wrong?”  she was trying to keep her eyes on the road. 

“I don’t know I feel kind of weird talking to another guy.  I feel like, if I just talk with a guy or flirt with him I would be unfaithful to Hunter.”  I said looking down, and feeling awkward. 

“But, Maria you didn’t do anything so don’t feel bad.  You’re a great girlfriend to Hunter.”  She said, as we looked at each other. 

“I know but it’s just kind of awkward for me.  I guess because I know he’s not here and---.  I don’t know.  I don’t want to get involved with another dude not even as a friend because anything can happen.  You know, we don’t always make our destiny or future, it makes us.”  I said looking at her.

“I think I get what you’re saying.  But don’t beat yourself up, because you don’t know what could’ve happened on the bad side.  The guy could’ve drugged you or even the both of us.  Who knows what else could’ve happened you know.”  she brings up other worse scenarios and that kind of made me feel better.  I didn’t know why I felt that way, It was something like stage fright.

“You know Hunter was the only dude I could express myself to, because he was my only guy.  My first boyfriend I guess it’s because he’s all I know.” I said, rolling down my window.

“Yeah, I know what you’re saying.  Then you lost you virginity to him so that makes it harder.  Right?”

“Yeah, since we had sex.  It made everything more real for me.  Like now I know our relationship is going to survive, that maybe in the end of this little separation crap we’re going to be closer.  You know.”  I glance at her to make sure she understand where I’m coming from.

“Yeah girl I know what you mean.”  We pull up to my drive way, I reach over to hug her goodnight.

“I hope I didn’t spoil you Friday night.”  I say.

“Don’t worry about it, I care more about you than a club.”  she says winking at me.  I’m so lucky to have friends like her, she worries about other before she worries about herself. 

“I’m still sorry.”  I insist.  “You don’t have to apologize, it’s fine.”

         

          It’s been weeks since Hunter was in town and things don’t seem so bad, since I sent him my last letter.  Time is going by so fast and so many things are changing for me.  The things I always cared about are going down the drain.  My habits have changed, I’m not exactly the same.  I use to eat dinner with my family every night, now I just eat junk food or I don’t eat at all.  I remember that I use to check my cell phone every two minuets.  Now I could care less about who calls me or texts me. 

          I haven’t had a deep conversation with my friends or parents in a while.  I just want time for me, I feel bad because maybe I used them to try and replace Hunter but it was nearly impossible.  I think I should take time to find myself and to kind of bring myself back to life in a way. 

          The only time I talk to Hunter is when he calls the house because I never carry my cell phone.  We don’t get into anything too serious.  We just keep in mind that either way, if he’s busy or if we can’t actually talk on the phone and be a normal couple through long distance.  He’s still going to come home to me, we‘re still going to be together. 

 

         

          Monday I woke up late for school so I rushed to get dressed.  Them I took my slow time and I walked outside to the bus stop.  Before I knew it the bus had passed me, and I didn’t seem to care, I kept walking as if I was going somewhere anyway.  I walked around the neighborhood with my hands in my pockets.  I was thinking to myself, “Should I go back home?  Should I just walk it’s not far at all?  Should I just ditch?, it wasn’t my fault I missed the bus.”  Then I see the shinny, clean, blue car again and I remember the last time I saw it.  It was parked perfectly against the grass and cement.  This time I could see the driver.  It was a male, and I could feel him looking at me.  I made it seem like I was looking somewhere else.  The car stayed parked, in perfect position and he got out slamming the door and he started was walking towards me.  My senses told me to turn the other direction and to runaway.  Most people would’ve done so, but I’m not most people I’m me.  I stood there and I watched him come towards me, I wasn’t intimidated by his walk or by the look in his eyes.  I simply gave him a warm smile as he came closer and closer.  He stood in front of me and began to question me.

“Are you waiting for something Miss?”  He said with a rough voice that I liked, and didn’t scare me at all. 

“Actually I was waiting for the school bus but it already left, so I’m just standing around.  Trying to decide what to do.” I responded, he looked at the ground then back up at me, “If you need a ride to school I’ll take you Mami, there’s no problem.” he offered.

“No that’s fine, I don’t think I want to go today.”  I said as I stared at the tattoos on both of his arms.  He was dressed like a guy in one of those gangster movies.  With big baggy Dickies pants that held onto his waist with a navy blue belt, he rocked brand new Nike Cortez shoes and a plain white Polo shirt. 

“So what are you planning to do all day today, Baby?  Just stand out here and watch the cars go by?”  He said being sarcastic.

“No I think I’m going to walk back home and probably sleep for the remainder of the day.”  I said smirking at his comment.

“Don’t you care about school, Baby?”  He asked, I looked at him with a curious face, “Wait, hold up I don’t know you at all and you don’t know me.  We’re out here on the side walk of the street having a normal conversation and we don’t even know each others name.”  I say and I could see the tiny smile he made when he looked at the ground a little ashamed of the situation I was bringing up.

“You’re right, chickita.  My name is Marcus But I usually just go by Mark.  What about you baby doll-- no let me guess.”

“Okay lets see if you can guess my name and my age.” I smiled at the challenge. 

“Isabella, Your name is Isabella and you are at least seven-teen.”  He seemed pretty sure of his suggestion.

“Nope, I’m sixteen but my name is not Isabella it’s much prettier than that.”  I said smiling.

“Okay, if you give me a little hint I promise I wont get it twisted this time hermosa.”  He still insisted making things harder when he could just ask me to tell him my name.

“It’s one of the most popular names in Mexico, and my name is in the Bible.”  I said as I told myself in my head that if he didn’t get this right he was a total dumb ass.  He took his time until he let my name escape his lips “Maria?  Tell me I’m wrong.”  He joked around. 

“You got it, that’s it.”  I said nodding my head feeling like I had known him my whole life.

“Really, my moms name was Maria.”  he said with the smile fading away.  That’s when I knew she was no longer with him.

“What happened to her?”  I asked.

“She passed away when I was five, since then I’ve been brought up by my step dad whose a stranger to me and I’ve known him forever.”  he said taking his time saying it as I tried to picture it in my mind.

“Wow, I’m sorry.”  I said “Do you still live with him now?”

“Yeah we just moved here almost a week ago.”  He explained that they moved so he could stay out of trouble.  He told me he got kicked out of school for fighting and drugs. 

“Really, you must be a really bad boy.”  I said

“Yeah, I haven’t been to school for the past year or so, because I was in jail for a while cause’ word got around that I was selling drugs.”  He said spitting at the ground “But fuck them, you know because I’m the only one that knows my life story.  I’m not scared of jail, I ain’t scared of admitting shit, I know what I did.” 

“How long you been free?” I asked feeling sympathy for him

“I been out for like four months, I’m hustling and living the hard life.”  he said I could tell he was being honest with me even if he had just met me.

“So you still selling drugs, Mark.”

“Selling, using, sniffing, smoking, everything you cant think of.”

He may be a drug addict or a drug dealer, but I had to admit he was being really truthful to me and to himself about it.  I liked that about him,  people will do so much bad things knowing it‘s wrong.  But they wont own up to it they wont accept it.  Instead they will try to cover it up or live behind an image.  But Mark was different he wasn’t afraid to define his past. 

“Wow, you’re not scared of going back to prison?”

“I really wouldn’t give a shit if I did.  It’s not like I have so much in jail but I don’t have anything outside of it either.  I have nothing besides myself.”

“So how long did you say you’ve been living in this neighborhood?”  I asked changing the subject. 

“I’ve been here for almost a week, sexy.”  He is so flirty, OMG.

“Well, I hope you like it here.  I’ve lived here all my life and it’s pretty nice and quiet.  I know almost everyone but just by name, because as you can see it’s not such a big neighborhood.”  I say as I look at the time on my watch.

“So are you finally deciding to go to school?”  he asked.

“I don’t know, what do you think?  Mark.”  his name came out of my mouth like a waterfall that hadn’t fallen for such a long time.

“No you shouldn’t, you can spend all day with me.”  He said smiling at the offer he had proposed.

         

          When I got in his car I didn’t know what to feel, what to say or what to think.  I didn’t know what to expect, but it was okay.  Ironically felt very safe, like nothing could harm me.  I wasn’t sad I wasn’t crying I wasn’t doing anything but taking a risk.  Living life and trying to draw out my future using my imagination.  I tried to imagine what would happen during the rest of the day.  What does life have in store for me?

 

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