Authors note: Here is chapter two. I thank everyone for the comments. I hope that you enjoy this one as well. As I've said before comments and questions are welcome.
***all poetry used in this and future chapters are copy written***
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Calise sat in front of her computer. She was supposed to be studying for her exams at school but couldn't focus. A certain club owner kept occupying her thoughts lately. The night she had with Deondre at the club was wonderful. She hadn't let loose like that for a while, but she didn't regret it. If she were to be honest with herself, she wanted to go back for round two.
Calise sighed and got up from her desk. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself another cup of tea, and headed out to the hammock she had on her back porch. She laid down and began to think about her talk she had with Shauntea a couple of days ago.
She was surprised she had even told Shauntea what had happened. She hadn't really told anyone of importance and besides from rumor, no one really knew the truth. Calise hadn't let herself think about Carl in years but lying there she let her mind wonder.
She had to admit, that she should have seen the signs of him cheating. It wasn't as if she didn't know the signs. Her mom had cheated on her dad enough for her to have took notice, but she supposed dealing with it first hand, you don't see the situation objectively.
She had put her everything into that relationship. Carl had been insistent that she act a certain way and do certain things in the bedroom, and she tried her best. She just wasn't as experienced as he was.
No matter how much she knew it was his fault that they broke up, she couldn't help wonder that if she was a little more experienced then, would he have strayed.
Carl had broke her heart. She knew she was much stronger now, but she was still scared. She was terrified that if she gave her heart again, that all that someone would do was break it.
Her parents relationship had failed because of cheating and so did hers. She just didn't want to go through that pain again.
Sighing, her thoughts drifted to Deondre. Calise didn't know what to think where he was involved. She had to admit that she was extremely attracted to him. And truth be told, she was flattered that he had pursued her, but she just knew he wanted more than friendship.
Shauntea had told her that he called and left her a voice mail after they left the club that night. She didn't know what was holding her back from calling him. She could treat him like all the others. Have her fun with and then leave, but something was telling her that he would be more than she could bargain for.
She may, on the other hand, be overreacting. Deondre might be just looking for fun just like her. Maybe she should just relax and chill out.
With that, she felt a little better. Getting up from her hammock, she went back into her home office. Sitting down she gave into what she had been wanting to do for a while. She opened her side drawer and pulled out her journal. She grabbed a pen and began to write. All her frustration at her situation came out in the words splaying across her page.
Just like singing, poetry was a release for Calise. Only, with her poetry, she could be someone she only dreamed of being. As she continued writing, she created a piece that spoke of her love of poetry. When she finished, she sat back and looked at the notebook and began to read what she had wrote :
My new best friend is my pen tip for it knows me like no other
It has written my inner-most secrets, my pen and I we trust each other
My pen doesn't judge or look down on my thoughts,
I'd put my pen before any bitch, I'll trust my pen at all cost
Put to blank page my pen tip understands the inner workings of my complex mind
I love my pen like it was my man, my pen is one of a kind
Nothings to heavy, to deep to take in,
Imma get its name tatted on my back
It'll say property of my pen
I can share a private joke, or shed a couple of tears,
My pen tip has been there through it all, supporting me through the years.
Ill never have to worry about it yapping or telling everybody was sup,
And all it needs is a little ink and that little bit is enough.
My pen has never broke my heart or pointed a finger to laugh
My pen tip knows all my shit, everything I have to give, it has
Whether the ink be black, red, or maybe even blue,
I love you pen tip. My new best friend is you.
Satisfied with her work she put her journal away. She looked at her computer and decided to shut it down. She wasn't going to get any study down today.She rose to her feet and walked through her mid-century styled home to her bedroom, which was decorated in different shades of blues. Her queen-sized four poster bed stood proud in the middle of the room. It had a royal blue comforter with pillows done in light blue and white. She had artwork on the wall adjacent to her bed and wall sconces on the side of either piece. On the sides of her bed were floor to ceiling bookshelves with every book you could imagine. She had inherited the collection from her father before his passing when she was a teenager. When she decided to buy her first home, she had begged her mother to help her with the purchase. Her mom had agreed with the condition that Calise paid her back every cent she put into it. That's how her mother was. She would help but always with conditions.
But she loved her home, and she wouldn't change it for the world.
She went to her closet and leafed through all the clothes she had. She had a lunch with Shauntea later and needed to start getting ready.
She finally decided on a pale pink summer dress with spaghetti straps and wedge sandals. She showered, flat ironed her hair and left it down around her shoulders with a pink flower clip by her ear.