The All New Sharing Black series : Part 1

Samantha 

6:54p.m. Monday W.L. Goodman Football Field –PREHOMECOMING--

“Hurry up Samantha, you’re gonna miss the start!” Michelle yelled.

Michelle Lynette Shipmen 18, popularly known as Chelle, was thick, with a deep caramel complexion; she weighed about 190lbs and stood approximately 5’5”. Michelle’s much taller and heavier than me, although her 32B bra size paled in comparison to my 36C. Her top half was of a small frame, but when it comes to the lower half, the jocks liked to call her Cent. Cent, short for Centaur, is the only logical explanation I could come up with, as to why they called her that. I don’t think she really knows or care why they call her Cent; I think she thinks it’s cute. As for me at 18, I’m a 137lbs and 5’4½, have a nice healthy set of hips and ass (if I should say so myself), muscular legs and calves from running track every other day after high school. 

I left the bleachers, before the national anthem blared over the P.A. System, to get a jacket from my car. My intentions were to make it back before the coin toss, but when I got to my car...

¿”Oye chica?” I heard someone from behind me say. I almost screamed when I saw Solana standing behind me. I jumped up and embraced her in a tight hug. ¡”Oye, you hurt me!” I was so happy to see her. One of my best friends since grade school. Her family went back to Puerto Rico after she completed the eleventh grade. She promised me she’d be back but didn’t now when. She’d call me from time to time to let me know how she was, but the last time she called me she only told me she had a surprise for me. Wow, what a surprise!

¡"Lo siento! ¡Lo siento!”

Solana Marie Garcia 19 popularly know as Sol, was the shortest of my crew of friends, 5’2”, if that tall and 134lbs. Chica is hot! She has hips I wished I had. And with her heavy Spanish accent, she was even hotter. Her brown and blond highlighted hair was brilliantly feathered down into her face. She was on the welcoming and yearbook committee, and unlike me, she wasn’t into all the physical activities of running, swimming, or other sports like that. All she really wanted to do was hang out with friends and go to parties. She spent most of her partying time with Michelle on the times I didn’t go. Sol was a year older than Chelle and I, and she just graduated last year.

I met Sol and her mom on a bus, when I came from visiting my mom and twin sister in San Fernando Valley eight years ago. We kicked it off immediately. She was moving in with her aunt which stayed a few streets south from where I stayed. She and Michelle would spend the night at my house almost every Saturday. We continued our conversation in Spanish.

“I knew you’d be here!” She said.

“No you didn’t, Big Momma told you!” I kidded with her.

“You are right, you are right!” I hugged her again.

“So, when did you get back?”

“Three weeks ago. I’m checking out a couple of colleges.” 

“So, where’s Jose’!” I questioned. Jose’ was her 9 month old son.

“He’s with Jorge, come see over here!” She pointed to their brown Mazda Protégée parked just behind the bleachers. As we walked over, she informed me that her aunt sent her to Puerto Rico when she became pregnant with Jose’ because she was embarrassed and ashamed she guessed. She also told me how she had married Jorge, her boyfriend of 3 years, not so much out of love but more out of obligation. 

“For Jose’!” She exclaimed.

After a brief introduction to her family we headed back to the bleachers to watch the game. I didn’t realize that I was gone that long, when I got back, the ball was already in play. 
“It’s about time you got your ass back here Sammy, I’d thought we’d have to send out a search party!” Michelle said as I finally reached the spot where she sat watching the game. 

“I see you let the game start without me!” I sat next to her and Sol sat next to me.

“Girl you know I had to see my man in action, shiiitttt, I don’t know WHAT you were thinkin’.” She stated. 

“Yeah but which one is it today?” She looked at me and rolled her eyes. Her wanna-be man literally varies from day to day. 

“Don’t play!” She returned then turned to watch the game. 

“Sol? Sol, is that you?” Michelle asked leaning forward in disbelief. 

“Si Michella, it is me!” Sol stood up, spun around in a circle, then bowed.

“You know what Solana...” She declared disgustedly. You’ve known me for almost ten years and you still can’t get my name right. It’s Michelle, not Michella... Solana!” Chelle rolled her eyes then turned to watch the game.

“Sorry Michelle!” She stated out loud. “La bitch!” She mumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes. I laughed. 

The ref’s announcements interrupted our little conversation to let us know that the opposing team had made first down. Michelle could call almost all the plays even before they played them. She even knew all the players and their positions too. I don’t know football like she does; she practically grew up on it. Her father, Marshall, used to coach professionally, and he took her to all the home games and scrimmages when she was younger. She’d cry when he’d go out of town for a game and she couldn’t go. This was all before his mental breakdown. One day when her dad came home from an away game, he found his wife and her lover shot to death on his bedroom floor. After five years, the case still goes unsolved. Even though Michelle was there, she’d never talk about it to anyone, not even to the police. She was never the same after that.

I knew of only my favorite players and their positions, like Black for instance. Jace Isaiah Black 18, popularly known as Black, varsity’s finest defensive end. I knew Black since grade school, because then, he and I used to live on the same block. Black has an even, dark brown complexion and the sexiest gray eyes in the world. With his dark skin, his eyes seem to glow. He stands about 5’11 and weighs in at a sensational 220 pounds of my greatest fantasy.

I’ve always had a major crush on Black; every since I first met him. He was in Mrs. Yankee’s first grade class and I was in the kindergarten. He’d use to come to my house to play, and for hours we’d swing, slide, and chase each other, at the park down the street. I really used to enjoy it when Big Momma, my grand mother, used to baby sit him while his parents were out; most times he’d spend the night. Big Momma used to let us stay up past 9 to watch The Twilight Zone reruns whenever it came on. I enjoyed spending time with him, although he’d pretend to hate me during school hours.

Sometimes on certain Friday’s when Michelle’s dad was at an away game and she was over, he’d buy a lemon flavored Ring Pop and bring it to my house. We’d play pretend and get all dressed up in my moms old fancy cloths Big Momma stored in the attic. Michelle would be a priest and wed Black and me together in holy matrimony. Samantha Black...... Someday Sam…. someday!

In fifth grade, the more popular girls in his class disliked him and called him names like Fat Albert. He was kind of chunky with a thick wavy afro, and I must admit, he did kind of look like Fat Albert a little bit. He didn’t seem to care what people said about him though, he knew he looked good. His father kept him dressed in the finest, most trendiest clothes and shoes; he always had money to buy snacks from the candy lady on his way home. I remember, a dollar worth of ten cent bubble gum, a big bag of sour cream and onions chips and a grape soda. Even though he was ridiculed by all the popular girls, he was still very popular with all the boys and secretly admired by me. 

Then there’s RoShaun Lamar Redmond Jr. 19, popularly known as Red. Red is Varsity’s finest quarterback. Red is slim, and stands about 5‘11, weighs approximately 200lbs. He has burnt hair, a vanilla complexion with little orange freckles and a lanky build. He looked as though he should’ve played basketball more so than the football.

Andre Lamont Hayes 18, popularly known as Snookey was varsity’s center; he wasn’t ugly, but he certainly didn't stand on the same platform as Black and Red. He had a low cut fade, light hazel eyes, stands about 5’8, and weighed 220lbs. Dre had more of a cocoa complexion. To compare Black, Dre, and Red’s complexion, it’ll be like comparing black coffee, hot chocolate, and buttermilk. 

Red, and Black were best friends since grade school. They met Dre in Middle school and the three of them were the best of friends ever since. After an eventful and memorable summer, Black eventually moved from down the street to another part of the city later that year. 

“HELL YEAH RED THAT‘S HOW YOU DO IT!!! YEAH!! DID YOU SEE THAT SAM.... HE BOOTLEGGED THEY ASSES!” Michelle cheered loudly in my ear, shook my arm, and interrupted my stroll down memory lane.

“Yeah Chelle, that was great!” I stated and plucked her fingers from around my arm. 

“I wouldn’t have risked no bootleg on the third and long but, he pulled it off. See, thanks to my baby Red with his sexy self, we got first down!.” She cheered proudly and danced in place. “See that’s why he’s the most valuable penis… oopps... I mean the most-valuable-player!”

“No Michella... Michelle, you said it right the first time, nasty slut!” 

“And you know me the best don’t you Solana!” Michelle tease, laughed, then turned to watch the game. 

“When we win the Homecoming game next Friday, the coach is going to throw a hell of a victory party!” Michelle so proudly stated at the beginning of the half, and then began dancing around in her seat and snapping her fingers to the band’s music. 

“Wow, Chelle, that’s... That’s wonderful, another party I will not be attending.” 

“Is it that your man won’t let you go again, or are you just being a sour-puss, cry-baby ass party pooper?” She stated disgustedly. 

“Yeah Sam, did Kain say you can’t go again?” Sol agreed.

“So what are you saying Sol, that my man dictate my every step, or just because I’m not everyone’s piece of ass at the party Michelle, that I’m the party pooper?” I gave them both equally a nasty look. 

“Are you saying I’m a hoe?” Michelle rebutted. 

“Are you saying you‘re not?!” I argued, and she laughed. For a moment we stood there looking at one another, then...

“Fuck you Sam; you better stop playing with me.” Michelle gave me the finger and rolled her eyes. I’m guessing she’d thought I was joking. Stupid ass lil’ girl! 

I then looked over at Sol and waited for her response.

“It is just that since you started to date Kain, you hardly ever go with us to parties! That is all I am saying!” 

“Maybe it’s just I want to spend my time with him, have you ever thought of that?” I embellished. They both simultaneously looked at each other like they could send subliminal messages to each other then turned to watch the game. 
“What... What is it?” I questioned, wondering if they knew something I didn’t!

“Nothing chica!” Sol responded and Michelle just didn’t answer at all.

Half time ended and the game resumed. Chelle, Sol, and I cheered our team on to victory over the Panthers. I couldn’t help but think that they were holding something from me, then knew something that I didn’t know about Kain.

“One more game to go and it’s party time, party time!” Michelle sang repeatedly. 

“Hell yes!” Sol exclaimed after Michelle. “Party time! I am so, going to be there!” We started to make our way down the bleachers to where the team danced, cheered, and celebrated Cougar style. 

“Oye chica, I go this way now, Jorge is waiting for me there!” She said in Spanish. We hugged tightly and parted ways. “I come to your house, yes, this weekend?” She asked making her way across the long side of the bleachers. 

“Yes this weekend!” I answered in Spanish, waved goodbye, and followed Michelle down the other way. 

“What did she say?” Chelle asked aggrivatedly. 

“Oh she just wanted to come over this weekend, that’s all!” 

“You know I hate it when you two talk in Spanish when I’m around and you know I don’t understand it! Y’all used to do that when we were little and I told you I hated it then too! Quite frankly it’s really rather rude of you two to do that!”

“Michelle, you know it took some time for her to learn to speak English!” I said more so in Sol’s defense instead of mine. Quite frankly, I could care less how Chelle feels about how I speak to my friend.

“She could speak English just fine now so what’s the problem?”

“Now look who’s being a sour-puss, cry-baby ass!” She looked at me disgustedly, put the palm of her opened hand inches from my nose as she passed by me, and descended the step towards the field. I followed behind her.

Pretending to be aggravated I asked, 

“Chelle what are we doing down here, I really need to get home!” Any chance I could get to parade my ass in front of Black I’m all for it!

“We’re going to slap some asses and congratulate the team on their victory. Besides, I don‘t complain when you drag me to Kain’s games do I?” Kainon, my boyfriend of three years, played varsity basketball. 

“You don’t complain because you have ulterior motives, that’s why.” 

“And you coming down here with me...” She stopped mid sentence to turn around and look at me. “Brings to mind your ulterior motives doesn’t it, Sammy Girl? Especially where Black is concerned! Anyway...!” She griped “You know you want to come down here to see Black so stop bitchin’!!!”