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”That boy will never do you any good, Daisha.” <p>
”He’s only keeping you around for the sex.”<p>
The constant talk about her and her relationship would be tiring to anyone in her position. She was only in her sophomore year of college, and she felt as if she had made the wrong decision. She had gone to college with many people that had, surprisingly, went to high school with her. Her dream was to go to a college out of state, but she opted out. Her mother had gone behind her back and signed her up for several out of state colleges, and she had been accepted to many of them. But, the decision was all based on her relationship. Daisha loved her some Darien and it was apparent. She never made any plans without consulting with her boyfriend first. They had been going strong ever since their high school days. Everyone around them thought that the relationship was an accident waiting to happen. Daisha was a good girl. She was once the captain of the cheerleading team in high school. Everyone had thought that she would have dated a football player. Instead, she fell hard for the guy who skipped class and caused the teachers to have headaches.<p>

After everything that happened in high school, Daisha didn’t care too much for people and their opinions. Everyone had something to say about her relationship. Yes, she knew that Darien did her wrong, but he always made it better for her. Daisha grabbed her notebook from the table and looked over to her friend, ”Can we not speak about Darien?” Daisha asked in a serious tone. She didn’t like how there was literally a club just for hating Darien. He had not personally met any of her friends and she wanted to make it that way. Her friend, A’Jia, shrugged her shoulders, ”I’m just trying to help you. What does he do while you’re at school? At work? I don’t know not one man who just sits there.” Growing angry, she decided that today’s class wasn’t going to be important to her life. She decided to leave, and called Darien to tell him that she was coming home early. Daisha went to their shared one bed room apartment and unlocked the door. She closed it behind her and bit down on her bottom lip as she shuffled through the mail they received today. She had gotten her check from work today and that made her happy. ”Babe!” she called out to Darien. She sat down on the couch as she opened the mail, waiting for him to show his face, ”Darien!”


















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”What’s with this talk about me and Dayshia still being a couple? Who gives a damn.” Darien stressed with a small attitude in his voice over the phone with one of his homeboys. Him and Dayshia have been dated ever since High School days. Like many relationships, especially one like theirs, a lot of people have criticism and wise-crack to joke about it. For example, Darien is no good for her; Darien is only with you for sex; Darien could be with you for the sex, but cheating on you with another girl; and, last but not least, why the hell are you still dating that asshole? It was obvious that Dayshia loved the guy and Darien loved her… sometimes. Whenever Dayshia got all his nerves, which was rarely because she was sweet unlike him, he had thoughts about wanting to find other females to fuck or just cuss her out to the point of wanting to break her neck at times. Darien navigated through her laptop around different porn sites, probably giving her all kind of viruses, but it wasn’t his computer to give a damn about.<p>

Babe, Her voice coming from the living room had caught him off guard. ”Damnit, bitch.” He muttered quietly to himself. Quickly removing the recent history and closing the tabs, he closed the laptop and made his way out towards the living room to meet his girlfriend. ”Sup?” He moved over to give her a peck on the lips. Sitting down on the couch, he gestured his head at the mail in her hands. ”What’s all that?”

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