The Beginning Of Him And I

I hardly write these chapters back to back, but today I felt like taking a little more out of my treasure chest of memories. After giving Shamar my number, we started talking on the phone frequently.I learned that he was two years older than me and he had lived in Jersey his whole life. he had no kids, lived with his mother because he had to leave college due to him being sick. He worked at Shoprite and was a football star in his home town of Neptune. I was surprised at how comfortable I was talking to him. One night after a party on campus  he invited me and Patricia over to his house. When we arrived he initially started out like any other typical man, he started to caress me, asking me if i was hot, that I had too much clothes on. I cant explain how angry I was, that he thought that I was just some common hood rat off the street. I kept my cool however because Patricia was hitting it off with his friend. I told him, no I wasn't hot and that he was making me uncomfortable. He took the hint and eased off. That night when he dropped us back to the school, I had already made up my mind that I was no longer interested in him, I didn't even hug him before he left, but for what ever reason it was, I never deleted  his number. a few days passed and I heard nothing from him and I was pleased , thinking that maybe he figured out that I wasn't interested. Boy was I wrong. One night my dorm phone rang and I answered it, guess who it was? Shamar! As I started in my attitude voice, he told me he had been arrested for tickets and the whole time he was in jail, he was thinking of me, that he was going to write me but he didn't know the exact address to my school. That right there shut me up and my heart literally smiled. We started talking again and he would visit me on campus regularly...... however he did a complete 180, were as before he was trying to get in my pants the first night, he now came and sat all the way at the edge of my bed, no touching, no kisses nothing. It got to the point where I told Patricia and Alleyne that maybe he wasn't into to me or something. Finally one night, when he came over with pizza he gave me a kiss on the cheek. So when did we actually share our first real kiss you might be asking?? on October 12th 2006. Yes I remember that day well, It was my birthday and the school was throwing a Latin party that I invited him to. After the party he walked me to my dorm, I was a bit cold and he took off his shirt and wrapped it around me, as I opened the door to step inside, he grabbed my arm and asked for a kiss, it was on of the best kisses of my life, I felt like my heart was leaping out my chest. From that moment on that man had my heart. I started spending more and more time with him. While in class, I couldn't wait to get out so I could see him. One night while sitting in his living room, he quietly asked me to be his girl and I said yes. A few days later he introduced me to his mother, the bitch that would later ruin what ever life I had left. As you can imagine, I started spending less and less time on campus and Patricia wasn't very pleased with it., but what could I do? I was in love. Shamar and I.... well we were like rabbits lol. I couldn't get enough of him and neither could he... we had marathon sex... minutes turned into hours, where we just laid and learned about each other. This was all in the space of three months I might add.I felt like I had known him my whole life and I often wondered how did I exist with out him before? My life I felt, was finally complete.  It was winter break at school and I had to go home and tell my parents that I had a boyfriend.. I dreaded this so much because I knew my parents would make a big deal over it even though I was eighteen years old, they still thought they could treat me like I was ten. This is what lead to the ultimate break between my family and I.