It was the day of Tyrie's football game. I decided to dress up a little just for him. He had given me his second jersey because he wanted me to wear it tonight. I accepted it even though I was nervous about what everyone would think when they see me wearing it.

I am always super nervous about bringing attention to myself. I know that wearing this jersey and cheering for Ty will do just that. I'll have to worry about that later I guess.

I remember the first and only time I ever went to a school football game. It was my sophomore year. My "friends" had conviced me to go to the first game of the season. They had claimed it would cheer me up after a previous breakup I had. I foolishly went expecting to spend time with them. I get there and get texts saying they were all cancelling last minute. So there I was, stranded at the school. I didn't call my parents to pick me up because I didn't want to explain to them how much of a loser their daughter was.

I tried to focus on the game, but it was hard because I could hear the whispers about who I was and why I was there even over the cheers from the parents in the stands. No one talked to me all night. Once the game was over, I was waiting on my mom to pick me up.

I remember it being so dark and cold that I could see my breath. Next thing I knew, Lakeisha and a group of girls who I could swear were cheerleaders came up to me. They called me names, and when I tried to ignore them they spit on me. I called one of them a bitch and they decided to jump me.

No broken bones or anything thank God. Just some really bad bruises and a bloody lip.

I stayed in bed for the next three days. My mom tried to have them expelled, but one of the girl's aunt was the vice principal. They were given 10 day suspensions and a slap on the wrist. It was one of those times where I learn that no one would have my back except me.

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Walking into Mrs.Rick class was exciting and nerve-racking. I wanted Ty to think I looked good.  Honestly, I still didn't feel as worthy as I should to be his girlfriend.  I knew he cared about me, but sometimes I think he shouldn't. Tyrie could have any girl in this school; white, black, or anything in between.

Everywhere I go there are girls whispering about wanting what's mine. What makes me more valuable than them?

I walked in and Tyrie was sitting in his seat next to mine. He was turned around facings his boys talking about whatever niggas talk about.

When I walked up his rude ass friends started to whisper and act weird. They were saying slick stuff I bet. Probably saying things I would find disrespectful. Tyrie obviously must not have heard them or else he would have gone crazy.

Tapping him on the shoulder I look away and wait for his reaction. I hear his chair screeching and sigh in relief when he wraps his arms around me.

"Damn guh. You look better in my jersey than I do."

He looked me up and down and took time to bite his lip.

"You like it, baby?" I asked with an innocent look.

His hands tightened around my waist, bringing me closer, before he replied. "Hell yeah. Fuck if I like it, I love it."

I gave him a peck on the lips. I softly caressed the side of his face while unconsciously rubbing his lower back. When the bell rung I hastily rub his beard and bring him closer by his chin for another kiss.

Tyrie bit my bottom lip and gripped my wide hips. "Damn I bet you look better without my jersey on." After receiving a slap on the ass, I sat down right when Ms. Rick starts the lesson.

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Never been so happy to leave her class. I'm trying my hardest not to get an attitude with anyone. Let me explain. So when the teacher walks in she decides to give me a hard time. She called on me for almost every question and wouldn't move on if I didn't know the answer, gave me extra work, and made a comment about my relationship with Tyrie like I was a fucking slut. Not only that, but La'Keisha and her little friends had plenty of things to say.

"Come on Tae. Don't let that old broad make you feel so negative. You was so happy before that so don't start no attitude. I don't wanna have to dick you down at school. But you know. . . anything to make my bae feel better."

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. This nigga so stupid and nasty. "Why do you always know how to make me feel better about myself?"

"Because I'm a real nigga who knows you in and out. Now let's go before I have to eat you for lunch."

"Lol. You just so nasty. Smh."

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"I'll be right back with your lunch aight."

"Okay thank you."

"You good baby. No thanks needed."

I watched him walk to the line before getting on Candy Crush.  I can't stand how addictive this game is. I can never get passed level one-thirty-one.

"Eww look the fat bitch. She always sitting on her fat ass. I don't see why my Jones has to get lunch just to feed her. Hey fat bitch, how does it feel to be used by a nigga that don't love you?"

Lord give me strength.

"I wouldn't know. You tell me since you have years of experience."

"I ain't no fucking hoe, and at least there are niggas who want to fuck me. Don't no nigga wanna be with a bitch that's bigger than his future.", She said looking disgusted.

"Okay two things wrong here. One, you just said a lot of double negatives that would make our English teacher's head spin. Two, that's funny because I am getting regular tongue massages from the nigga that was quick to diss you. Not bad for a girl that is 'bigger than his future' huh?"

Her little minions we're snickering, but I was keeping eye contact with her.

"So you got Jones as your man for now. It doesn't matter because soon he'll be back in my bed like he was last night. How it feel knowing the one man that was around you without puking, cheated? Must be nice."

This bitch think she hurting me. I know she lyin' because I trust Ty so I strongly believe that he wouldn't even think of fucking this cunt. Plus how could he be over her house if he sleeping at mine.

"Go find someone who gives a flying fuck. I mean seriously, 'how does it feel knowing my man cheated?' Like I would believe the words of a dick sucking whore over my own boyfriend. And if he was over your house then how does it feel kissing him and tasting my pussy on his tongue? Mmhmm, must be nice."

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Tyrie was literally falling out of his seat on the floor laughing. I had just told him all that went down while he was getting me some chicken tenders. Mmm chicken tenders. My precious.

"Yo you for real said that to her? Mane, I wish the line hadn't been so long. I would kill to have seen that."

"Baby it is not that funny."

"Wait wait wait. One more time for me. Please say it one more time."

I roll my eyes and sighed.

"Fine. How does it feel kissing him and tasting my pussy on his tongue. Mmhmm must be nice."

"Hahaha. I'm dead bruh. You basically laid that hoe out to dry with all her dirty laundry."

I cover my face with my hands when my face starts to heat up. This is kind of embarrassing. I told myself not to let her bother me, but she makes me so upset. Every time we go at it there is this new found confidence in me. I just keep thinking that nobody is allowed to make me feel bad about myself than I am. I'm my own worst enemy. I don't need another bitch to come and do that for me.

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"Baby please be very careful on the field. Some of those niggas look like they some grown ass men."

Smoothing out Ty's jersey, I happened to peep how old the rival team's players looked. Our team is good but how are they supposed to beat 200 pounds of dark meat.

"Don't even worry 'bout allat. I'm gone be too busy winning the game for one of them to tackle me. Now come over here and give daddy some love from his favorite cheerleader."

Tyrie opens his arms and I shyly walk into them. His head drops to my neck. His kisses are something I enjoy on a daily basis. The way his thick juicy lips feel on my skin is enough to make me want to give my mama back the purity ring she gave me.

He licks and nips at my neck until he finds the spot below my earlobe that makes me shudder and bite back a moan. His body completely clouds my mind then. I put my arms around his neck and push my chest against his. I begin kissing his jawline and whisper his name in his ear.

Obviously we must've been doing that for a while because the coaches call their players to them for team meetings and inspirational words.

"Mmm. . .Ty. . .uh unh. . .baby it's game time."

I push his shoulders, but that fails to stop him from kissing me.

"Tyrie."

"Hm?", He mutters laying another kiss on my body.

"Nigga stop trying to eat my neck and go play football. Plus your coach looks like he wants to strangle you now."

"JONES GET YOUR ASS TO THE FIELD NOW! WE GET IT, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A GORGEOUS WOMAN WAITING ON HIM, SO HURRY IT UP!"

Tyrie smacks his lips and shakes his head. "Impatient ass nigga."

"But he called me beautiful and gorgeous so hurry up like he said."

"You so mean to me.", He pouts.

I peck his lips and push him toward the field. "Bye go play. And good luck!"

I smile and have a seat in a corner of the bleachers away from everyone else. Shant'A Bunnt, the friendless fat girl with a wonderful boyfriend. Not the most adventurous life. I don't have a bunch of fake friends and associates though. Nor do I lead a life of action or mystery, but I'm happy.

For now. . .

So I currently don't have internet access at my house, so I won't be able to publish this on time. By the time people read this I'll be half way done with the next chapter. So 1615 words!