4: Dark Situation

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Y'all know how these intro chapters go, but hopefully this is filled with a taste of the heat to come.

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Monet DaSilva

Two Days Away from The Miami Trip

"Ugh!" I grunted, as I dropped the baton on the track for the fourth time in a row.

"What the hell DaSilva?!" My coach yelled, blowing on her whistle. "You got butter fingers or something? Do you need a water break?"

I placed my hands on my hips as I paced the track beneath me. I hadn't been myself, since practice started and something told me that it had to do with the group that watched our practice from the bleachers. The nerves were taking me over, which was weird because once I got on this track, I had a different level of confidence.

I didn't mind the football team because they normally hung out here but seeing Aaliyah and Zahra in the crowd whispering and giggling to one another, just rubbed me the wrong way. Nothing about being replaced, felt good.

Relay was one of our top races and as the anchor I knew I had an important role, but ever since this practice started I have lost two out of three of the 100-meter mock races, completely tanked my 200 as well as stumbled my way through the hurdles. Now this, this was just icing on the cake.

"Am I talking to my damn self?!" she barked, nearing me with a mean mug on her face.

"No coach!"

"Then answer me when I speak to you." Now, she was in my face; her brown eyes piercing holes into mine. "You and I both know how I feel about wasted time. Right?"

"Yes coach!"

"Then why have you been constantly wasting my damn time today?" she asked through gritted teeth. "Championships are in 3 weeks and I'd be damned if I let you ruin relay for this school. We haven't missed a relay medal since 1940."

"I know coach..." I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Then act like it! Run it back one more time; and I swear to God Monet... if you drop this damn baton I will stick it where the sun doesn't shine so that you remember what it feels like. That way you'll never make that mistake again."

"Run it back." I commanded, then turned back to the team of girls that seemed as annoyed as she was. I didn't blame them though, we should've been dismissed 20 minutes ago but here I was holding us up. "I promise, all I need is one more time you guys." The few that were on the relay team got back into position while the others on the bleachers sucked their teeth and suck down in their seat.

I got back into my position, wiped off the bottom of my running shoes with my hands and looked ahead to see Kingsley join the football team, Zahra and Aaliyah had left. After our little incident in the food court Kingsley did try to reach out to me, but I wasn't having it. For a person to say certain things that easily meant it was a though that festered in their mind for long enough.

The smug smile on his face was enough for me to know that he wasn't here to observe, he was here to taunt me. Now... I was about to put on a show. My eyes narrowed in on my target and I shut my eyes as I heard my coach yell "GO!"

The girls on the bench were on their feet as our first runner took off with a speed I hadn't seen before; clearly, she only needed one more time as well. The baton was passed onto the second runner, then over to the third until it was finally go time; I began to take off and once that cold baton was in the palm of my hand, I was gone with nothing but the wind running by my side. I felt my body go from one level of speed to the next; I couldn't hear nothing, nor see anything, all I saw was that finish line. Once I got there I dropped the baton on the ground and turned around to see the rest of the team with their jaws on the ground, including coach. I narrowed my brows, walking in their direction as I tried my best to catch my breath. "What?" I asked the second runner, who just looked over me with eyes of amazement. "What?" I asked again.

"Did... did she..."

"Yes... she did." My coach walked over to me and held up the timer, I squinted looking over the number continuously.

"Whose time is that?"

"Yours... you just beat the nations record Monet."

"WHAT?!" the rest of the team ran towards me, picking me up and cheering my name. I had to look up at the timer on the field because this couldn't be real. "You're joking!" I yelled. "But how?!"

"I don't know, you tell me! You did it!" my coach yelled back over all the noise. While other continued to cheer I couldn't help but contemplate how that was even humanly possible; how did I beat my moms record?

Practice came to a final, but successful end. I sat on the field; eating my late lunch while the rest of my teammates along with my coach went on their way home, it was a long day and we had practice in the morning. I would soon get home as well, but for now; I just needed to bask in the presence of what just happened. My phone sat in my lap and the video that one of my teammates took played once again.

A smile crept upon my face, but soon it was wiped away by the sight of my dad's name flashing across the screen. I sighed and slid the phone open, taking the call. "What's up old man? You saw the video?"

"Of course, I did, I'm so proud of you. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, dad."

"How are you baby girl? Where are you?"

"I'm good. Just finished track practice and I'm missing you of course, but I'm good."

"How could you not miss all of this fine wine?"

"Ooookay dad, you're pushing it. What's going on?"

"Oh nothing. Just called to check up."

"Again? This is different, especially with your checkups being so close together."

"Well, I do have some other news for you."

"What news? Is mom alright? Did she walk out on her own again? Is she not taking her meds? Should I come home?"

"Chill Momo, it's good news." He chuckled, "I just got off the phone with your aunt Peggy."

"Oh," I rolled my eyes and relaxed. "What about her?"

"Well, we were just catching up and she so happened to mention how her daughter and a couple friends will be headed to Miami as well next week. They'll be staying at her beach house."

"Here we go again." I rolled my eyes to the point where I felt as if they may get stuck. "What's up with every body trying to push this whole Miami thing down my throat?"

"The fact that everyone around you want to see you actually live your life. So, I went ahead and purchased your ticket."

"You did WHAT?!"

"Every non-stop flight was booked up however, I got the last seat in a flight with 1 layover in North Carolina which really isn't that bad."

"Reverse, parallel park and shut off the car. What the hell did you just say?"

"Language."

"Sorry but you've gotta be joking. I specifically told you that I wasn't interested in leaving Austin unless I was coming to see you and mom."

"Plans have changed, your aunt and I believe that this will be a great idea being as you haven't see your cousin since you were a baby. Apparently, she needs a little guidance and you need to get out there more."

"Forget it." I laughed and stood up, dusting off my butt. "Make sure you get your money back."

"Last flight, last seat. None refundable."

"Your loss then."

"As long as you can pay me back, I don't mind."

"Ugh! Dad. I don't want to do this. I can't do this."

"You won't be alone; your cousin Karla will be there along with Zahra. Have some fun Monet, you deserve it. A break before championships."

"Last thing I need right now is a break, I need focus. I must focus. I'm not going."

"How about we make a deal, Mo?"

"Let's hear it."

"I'll make sure that I make it down for championships if you go on this trip."

"You can't promise that dad, with your schedule... and mom."

"I'm making this promise right now, you do this for me... and I will make the sacrifice."

I threw my head back, and sighed... Although I wasn't really down for the idea of kicking it with my stranger of a cousin; at least I knew that Zahra would be there if worse came to worse. So, I wouldn't exactly be alone. My dad hadn't seen my run ever since I was in high school, and I knew he was a man of his word so this... offer was one that I couldn't pass up.

"Fine." I said low, "fine, I'll go."

"Yes! I'll send you all the information. I love you princess, now I'm going to hang up before you say something I don't want to hear. This is the first step, I'm glad you're finally living your life."

"Bu-." Before I could say another word, I heard three beeps meaning that he had hung up.

"Mind if I use the field for what it's actually for?" I heard someone ask from behind me, before even looking up I began to gather my things and stuck the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth. I threw my backpack over my shoulders and stood up to face Preston. He stood shirtless in nothing but a pair of shorts and his football cleats, with a durag tied around his head.

"It's all yours."

"Talking about the field or what's between your legs?" he said with a sly smile.

"Not today Preston."

"Why not baby girl? I'm sure you miss the old days..."

"I don't." I felt goosebumps raise against my skin and suddenly, I became uncomfortable in his presence. Especially knowing that it was too late for anyone else to be out here, as well as knowing what he was capable of with his kind of strength. I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm, dropping his football to the ground.

"Well, I do." He used his finger under my chin, to tilt my head up so I had no choice but to look at him. "I miss everything about it, the sneaking around, how spontaneous you used to be, the love we used to make."

"Enough Preston." I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip. "Let go of me."

"All you had to do was tell her Mo, just tell her about our history. If we tell her maybe she'll be willing to share."

"You're sick!" I pushed him off of me.

"I was joking!" he chuckled and reached for me but I backed away.

"What happened between us was nothing but drunken mistakes when I went to go visit my aunt Preston. I was in a dark place, I was young and stupid."

"What about the last week, when you confided in me and told me about your mother... when I told you about how mine died. You can't tell me that wasn't real... What about when we confessed our lo-."

"Shut up!" I covered my ears, "just stop. We promised we would never revisit this, now stop. Zahra is my best friend and your girlfriend. Our past is irrelevant, so please just let it go." I walked away from him, but sadly he ran up next to me and pulled me under the bleachers where now for sure, no one could see us.

"Okay fine, forget everything I said." He reached out for me but I backed away once again. "Tell me what's on your mind, I saw you run today and I knew something was up."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I told you about that, we promised that no matter what we wouldn't shut each other out."

"That promise was void the moment you started treating me the way you do."

"I had to do something to not have her thinking anything of us, the chemistry is almost impossible to read."

"There is no chemistry anymore, I'm over you."

"So, you've moved on? Hm?" He pulled me closer to him aggressively and moved his hand down to my backside. I let out a soft moan that caught me off guard and did nothing but cause him to grin. "Then why does your body still react to me the way it does? Huh?" he placed his lips against my ear and trailed kisses down my neck. "Who else can cause these goosebumps the way I do?" he squeezed my ass. "I told you, don't you ever give away what's mine..." then slapped it extremely hard. "and I meant it."

"I... I have to go." I surprisingly was able to say before he sucked on my neck and caused my eyes to roll back. I didn't know why he was so good at this, I held onto the back of his neck allowing him to work on my favorite spot. Neck kisses turned me on to the max, and from what I could feel... I wasn't the only one getting turned on. "I can't." I said, pushing him away. "We can't do this anymore Preston, you're in a happy relationship. Now it's time for you to let me go and be happy."

"With who? Why the hell would I just let you go off and be with a nigga that aint me?"

"Because you've simply missed your opportunity."

"So, you are giving that up to someone else?"

"No... I'm not, not yet at least." I pushed my hair behind my ears. "But I plan on it, and when I do I will no longer feel guilty because I need to cut all times from you. We need to let each other go."

"No nigga will love you the way that I do."

"You're right, because whoever it is... will love me better."

"Monet, think about what you're saying before you say it." he tapped my head and I pushed his hand away.

"This is over, I'm done." Before I could step away I felt his hand connect with my cheek, it was so loud that my jaw dropped as I placed my hand against it. "Preston."

"I swear to God Monet, if you ever think about it..."

I watched his fist clench and backed out from under the bleachers until I was out in the open, he tried to follow me but I took off before he could; running away and leaving him in the dust.

I ran down the short cut and up to my building, surprisingly I saw Kingsley jogging down the path, heading towards the field; he was probably going to meet with Preston, which meant I chose the perfect time to leave.

I opened up the front door and took the stairs this time up to my room, so I could have time to examine my face that was red and very sore. I reached in my backpack and threw on my sweater, throwing the hood over my head so I could hide the mark. It would do for now. As I neared the door I could hear two voices going back and forth. My brow raised and I pressed my ear against the door.

"Thank God she isn't coming, all she'll do is cramp our style." I heard Aaliyah say.

"Mo really isn't that bad, you just haven't taking the time out to get to know her."

"Oh, I know enough and trust me... she isn't the type of girl you should be associating yourself with. Look and you and me Z, then look at her. There's no correlation whatsoever."

"Not everything has to do with looks."

"Oh please, money and beauty run the world and she has neither." Aaliyah scoffed. "Don't act naïve."

"I'm not, I just don't know why you gotta be so hard on her. Monet is a pretty girl."

"Okay fine, she has the potential to be a pretty girl but look I'm not being hard, I'm being honest. Saying what you're afraid to say."

"She's my best friend."

"So, you gotta be honest, don't you think she's type wack?"

"I wouldn't say all that."

"C'mon Zahra... you and I are the only one here. I know you, why are you her friend?"

"Fine... I mean, she could be from time to time but that's just how she's always been... the awkward one." I heard Zahra sigh, "my parents forced me to be her friend because she had no one else, and we kind of just... clicked or in my case I just tolerated it. I wanted to move away from her and do my own thing but that was when her mom got sick and I had no choice but to stick around."

"Well, you're in University now... there's no reason why you should tolerate it anymore. Be you, let go of your tagalong."

"I mean... I guess."

"I know it'll be hard, I used to have a charity case of my own but just like a band-aid; the father you rip it off is the less painful." There was silence in the room and I listened for a response. Finally Zahra said, "thankfully I'll be getting a break next week. Then we come back I can get all the study notes I need for finals."

"Now that, that right there is making light of a dark situation." Aaliyah laughed. "Now let's finish up your packing so we can go over to my dorm and finish mine."

"Sounds like a plan."

I opened up the door, and the two fell silent; flashing the fakest smiles at me. "What's up Mo?" Zahra asked. I simply stepped past her and went into my drawer; taking out a pair of clothes for tomorrow, stuffing them into my bag and throwing my clothes from track into my dirty clothes basket. "Where you going?"

"Just helping you get rid of your tagalong." I said, looking into the eyes of guilt.

"Monet..."

"Save it boo," I zipped up my bag and walked past the two of them, and back into the hallway. Luckily, I had my track girls in case of moment like this. I walked down the hall and knocked on the door of one, she opened it and from my face alone she knew what was good.

"Come in." she said, before letting me in and shutting the door behind me. I usually came over here when Zahra had Preston over, so I knew the drill. I took a quick shower, and when I was done and comfortable I made my bed on the couch. I laid facing the window, I stuck my earbuds into my ears to down out the sound of snoring coming from the girls. As the music shuffled from Daniel Caesar To Ella Mai then to PJ Morton; it finally landed on an exclusive and original song dedicated to me. A song that sent me right to sleep.

Myles Thomas

"I'm going to find something Karla." I groaned, as she followed behind me to her kitchen; with her glasses on and her laptop in hand, still dressed in her PJs although it was going on 1PM. I washed up all the dishes we used, out of respect I didn't like to leave a mess behind me. It was her mom's house but after spending so much time here in the past, I was no longer a guest, which meant I cleaned up after myself.

"You could've just left those in the sink." Mrs. Peggy, Karla's mom and the MILF said.

"I'm good, don't worry about it."

"Such a gentle man, she commented before returning her attention to The Talk.

"I can't believe you waited till last minute to book a flight Myles, it's spring break, everything is booked."

"That's because you're looking for flights for today."

"Because Elijah and I leave tonight, which is what you should've done."

"I always find last minute deals, you know me. Even if that means I don't leave tonight with you and Elijah. I'll just meet you there."

"Well, I'm not seeing anything!" she exclaimed, "you can't miss this trip Myles."

"And I won't." I turned to face her and wrapped my arms around her waist, "don't worry Karla, let's just make sure we have your stuff in order before we worry about me."

"Ugh, fine." She shook her head and got on her tip toes for a kiss. I placed one on her lips softly then she pulled away and gestured for me to follow her up to her room.

Karla had two suitcases opened on the floor, along with a black LV duffle bag for her carry on. This girl knew nothing when it came to packing light. "how long are you going for?" I asked, looking over all the items.

"Oh hush, this isn't even enough. Luckily enough we will have the house and the car at our use so I'll hit up a mall if I need anything."

"Sounds good, it's dope that your moms letting us stay at the vacation house." I gathered my clothes that I had hung up in her closet and began to get dressed to head out.

"Well we're grown now right? And renting a hotel didn't make sense, especially with all their rules and

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