I am attempting to write in a man’s point of view… FOR YOU GUYS!!!

***Caleb*

Never have I ever seen her that angry. Of all the arguments and lovers spats this is the worst we have ever had. I don’t know if we broke up or what… I’m confused now. When I hear the door slam over the music I know that she has left.

I grab my things and look at my brothers motioning them to follow me and they do. I know for a fact that Tatianna took the bus today and there is no way that I am making her take it now at this hour… Dramatic exit or not.

So I grab my brother’s car keys and we slowly drive around in his truck going to the corner where the bus stop is. When we reach there I see her standing there with Melanie.  Before I can drive some more my brothers look at me.

“Are you really sure that talking to her NOW is a good idea?” Zachary asks as he looks at me.

“I could care less if it were a good idea she’s not taking a fucking bus here to her house”  I say looking back at him.

“Seriously can you just think… You’re going to get her angrier.” Zachary says.

“After that I doubt she  could be any angrier…” I hear Thomas say with a chuckle and I turn to glare at him.

“Shut up.”

“Okay fine… If you want her to kill you go ahead.” He says and I continue driving to the stop and I turn down my window as I am near the sidewalk.

Looking at her I call her but she ignores me… I swear sometimes this girl kills me. She’s so damn hard headed…

I call her name louder only to be greeted with this:

“Oh wait now you want to talk to me all civilized… I thought I was too ghetto.” She snaps not even looking at me.

“Can you hear me out for two seconds please?” I beg.

“Not tonight. Now if you could just go in your fancy ass car and go in your fancy ass home and live your fancy ass life that would be great; I have a if I recall ‘ghetto’ life to live…” She says, “I don’t want to look at you.”

Shit.

That hurt. I felt a pang in my chest as she said that. I know that the both of us are different but why does she always bring that up.  The words just slipped out of my mouth…

“Can you stop being so stubborn and at least let me give you a ride home.”

She looks at me and glares now… So now I have her attention.

“So now I’m stubborn on top of ghetto thanks for that. Is there anything else you would like to tell me.”

 I groan wanting to take my words back now… Why does she have to be so difficult…

“The only thing I want to tell you is to get in the car so I can give you a ride home.”

“Last time I checked you are not my father so don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Right now with everything that happened I have no filter for my mouth and I am aware of that. Everything would be simple if she just listened to me but no… Of course she is difficult.

“Can you just forget about what happened for half an hour so I can give you a ride home.

She stares at me and I see her dark brown eyes that I usually find so seducing and alluring go black. Like straight black with rage. She begins walking slowly from the bench that she’s near and walks toward me who is leaning near the car not wanting to get closer.

“Forget about what Caleb?” She asks as if I’m stupid, “Forget about you calling me ghetto? Forget about you being distant? Forget about you thinking I am cheating? Forget about your damn trust issues? Oh and let’s not forget this one…” She says as her voice grows louder with each question, “You want me to forget about that crusty ass BITCH putting her lips on you and you ‘handling things’ by just standing there.” She yells in my face.

“I was shocked I didn’t know what to do.”

She raises her eyebrows, “Shocked?” She looks at me and before I can even know it she slaps me across the face and it stings, “Are you shocked now?” She says as I just stand there and I look at her.

From far I hear Melanie yelling out to the both of us but I ignore her.

To be completely honest that kiss Alexandra gave me really shocked me I was not lying. I did not know what to do I knew I wanted her to stop but I didn’t want to practically kill her doing it like Tatianna did.

“Tatianna can we go the bus is coming.” Melanie says pulling Tatianna away from me.

“Are you guys okay taking the bus?” I say defeated. There is no point to arguing with her…

“I did fine taking the bus before I was with you I’m sure I can do it now…” She says glaring at me. As she walks away I call over to her she just turns to look at me.

“Don’t say my name… Stay the hell away from me I swear. I really don’t want to hear from you for a while.” She says staring me in the eyes and then turns to look at me.

And there it goes again. That pain in my chest. 

Melanie walks to me and gives me a sad look, “Just give her some time…” She says giving me a sad smile and then runs to her bus.

I make my way back to the car and sit there not even caring that my brothers are there. I punch the steering wheel and yell out curse words.

Zachary tries calming down and tells me that I shouldn’t be driving and so we switch seats… As he drives we are all quiet since no one wants to talk about what just happened.

The main thing on in my mind is that she hates me now… I fucked up with the girl I love and she hates me.

This is fucking great!

So the drive home was long.

When we get home my sisters are on the couch smiling as they watch TV in the living room and of course my parents are sleeping upstairs. I don’t even say hi to them. I make my way to my room and close the door locking it as well.

 I look at my desk and see the scrapbook that Tatianna made for me on my birthday. I grab it and look through it. I look at the pictures of both Tatianna and I at different events and I get another angry feeling.

Why the hell did I need to go and mess things up?

Looking at one last picture of Tatianna I look at my phone and about an hour has passed and I have been looking at pictures. Putting the scrapbook gently on my night table I go turn off my lights and go to bed.

***Tatianna*

“What happened between you two?” My mother asks me for about the seventh time as she walks in my room.

“Mom nothing all you need to know is that we’re over.” I say from under my blanket.

“And you’re okay with that?” She asks.

“Yes.” I say trying to sound tough.

“Bullshit so why has the only thing you’ve been doing besides going to work and babysitting been sleeping and staying in bed.”

“Because I want to!” I say.

“You miss him… You know it’s okay to miss him. Hell we all miss him.”

“No I don’t miss him! I don’t need that stupid white boy.” I mutter under my breath and wait for my mom to close the door.

***Caleb*

Four weeks.

It has been a month and I have not heard from her whatsoever. I tried calling her but it went straight to voicemail, I called her mom and she said she wasn’t there, I called Melanie and she told me to give her more time and I even called Deon’s house and he told me the same thing.

My entire family is worried and I am not helping with the matter. I have been eating, sleeping and working out. That’s about it.

The soundtrack of my life is Frank Ocean…

At the moment I am in my room doing chin ups as Frank Ocean asks if she ever thought so far ahead… Because he has been thinking of forever.

I lost count of my chin ups after 75… And that’s been around 10 minutes ago…

The only thing I have been able to think about is her.

I knew her before English class… She would always walk around the school with Melanie. She intrigued me. So when I found out we were in the same class I studied her closely. I remember that day when I came back from our family trip from France for my dad’s class and I came in late only to see her standing there. I took my seat with my friends and listened to her.

She had this voice about her as if she knew what she was saying and she had so much conviction I couldn’t help but look at her. When she finished I was looking at her as well as the rest of the class. When our eyes locked and she smiled at me I knew there was something about her.

When we went to the restaurant and I saw hew working having fun singing a Jamaican song I smiled and since I wanted to talk to her I remember me being the dumbass I am I tried being smooth asking her what’s good. She told me and I ordered that loving it.

Weeks passed and we became more acquainted. I liked her. I’m not even going to lie. She was attractive and I still don’t think she knows how much she is… She was quick with retorts, smart, nice, and so much more…

I remember when she kept calling me ‘white boy’ I think she hated me so much. Call me being immature but I was always next to her wanting to be beside her and teasing her. When I went to church with her and I heard her sing….

That made me like her so much more. She looked so free.

More and more we spent time with each other and I recall her saying she didn’t like white guys. I lost it. She was so stubborn I had to start hanging out with other people because it hurt to be around her knowing I wouldn’t have a chance. I knew it made her a bit jealous though she would never admit it.

I remember Music class that song she sang was as if she was speaking to me. She was looking me in the eyes and that’s when I knew I had a chance.

After a few heart to hearts and dates and everything we became a couple, we had our shares of problems but in the end we loved each other and I still do…

But I had to fuck everything up!

Jumping to the ground I make my way to lay down on my bed.

I wish I could have every single kiss and touch back…

Holy crap I sound like such a girl.

Laying there I look at my phone to see if she texted me.

I listen to Frank Ocean until I hear footsteps near my door.

“Thomas don’t do it shit just leave him alone.”

“No It’s too much I have been doing his chores and he’s acting like a girl I’m tired of this Zachary.”

My door barges open and I look at my brothers.

“Holy shit you know you fucked up that’s all I’m going to say” Thomas says.

“What he means to say is are you okay?” Zachary says.

I look at them.

“Yeah if you consider fucking up with the best thing ever okay.” I say sarcastically.

“Woah no need to be an asshole with us… Shit… Now I’m going to be blunt. Get off your ass we’re going to go see her.” Thomas say pushing me out of bed.

“Wait what?” I say

“I said get your miserable ass up and wear some clean clothes because we are paying a visit to Tatianna.”

“But she hates me…”

“Can you not worry about that shit and go take a shower.” He says and then they both get out, “You have five minutes…”

***Tatianna*

I’m at home alone singing music since I have nothing better to do.

“
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

When I'm thinkin' 'bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
(You know, know, know)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)”

Frank Ocean has never been so right….

This song has been on repeat every damn day for an entire month.

I’m walking around the kitchen cooking and baking since I need comfort food so I won’t think about him wearing some shorts and a tank top since the fucking summer is killing me…

I am in the middle of baking when I hear someone knock on the door.

“Tatianna open the fucking door we need to talk” I hear and it’s Thomas….

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“The hell there is… My brother has been heartbroken for an entire month listening to the most depressing music ever and just stays in his room.” I hear another voice and it’s Zachary.

“Do you know how much that kills us all to see him like that.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” I ask from behind the door.

“To hear us out.” I hear the both of them say, “And open the door.”

I open it and I am greeted with two pairs of blue eyes. I motion the both of them to come in. When they come in and hear what’s playing the both of them groan.

“Are you kidding me? You have been listening to this too.” Zachary says.

Apparently Caleb has been listening to this too… Well….

Anyhow for about fifteen minutes they have been telling me what’s going on with Caleb and I look at them…

When they finish they look at me and Thomas says, “So you’re going to talk to him.”

“Why should I?”

“One because as much as you want to lie to us you’re miserable as well… We called your mom, sister and friends and two you threw a vase, plates and slapped him… It’s the least you can do.”

I just look at them.

“I’m not going to talk to him but I’ll hear him out.” I say looking at them and they smile and begin to dial a phone.

“Yeah come up” Thomas says.

I hear a voice on the other end and I assume it’s Caleb.

“I don’t care now get your ass up hear so you can make up…” He says pressing the end button and I just stare at the door.

Okay so I attempted to write in a males point of view but it was a bit of a flop. I don’t like this chapter much but hey… I uploaded. Thanks so much for the comments and votes I loved them all and yeah. What do you think will happen. Tell me what you think