Stephanie Berry

4th Period - Ms. W-S

January 18, 2008

Teach Me How To Mack

            All the ladies would say he's their perfect match.

            "He's such a sweetheart!" Says the girl to the left.

            "He's SO handsome," says the girl to the right.

            Rayshawn, Rayshawn, Rayshawn! Rayshawn Louis, that is.

            Rayshawn was tall, dark and handsome. He carried himself as a gangster type of guy,

with no feelings. When deep down inside he was pretty sensitive. He was a seventeen year old

athlete who enjoyed basketball and singing. The ladies would melt when they heard him sing. He

was truly on of a kind. He was one of the only boys at Green Top High School who had it all.

Fitted from head to toe. Brand name clothing and shoes. Hair and goatee was always freshly cut.

Boy was he a beauty!

            But little did his groupies know, he was a man-whore. Ever since middle school he had

been "girl hoppin." That's what his friends would call it. He would play with every females'

emotions. He would reel them into his trap, sweet talk them to death, and BAM! Once he got

what he wanted, he would leave them and let them know that, "You still my friend -- with

benefits."

            He "girl hopped" all over his small town and he was ready to branch out to somewhere

new. He wanted to start off fresh. So he transferred schools. Although he knew most of the boys

that went to this new school, he was really hoping none of the girls would know him, so he could

run his game all over again.

            Rayshawn was in for a rude awakening. He was sooner or later going to run into the

wrong chick. He was either going to pay for all his wrong doings or finally fall in love and stop

all his "girl hoppin" madness.

            It was the first day of school at Green Top High for Rayshawn and he was excited. Not

just because he knew he was going to see some new "pearl," but he also got to reunite with some

of his old friends.

            "Bruh! I'm so hyped. Look at all these bitches.I don't know where to start," Rayshawn

said with excitement while gazing over at some girl's butt that walked past him in some red

shorts.

            "Ray, bruh, calm the hell down, it's just ya first day of school. Yeah, it's a lot of pearl but

a lot of em got diseases and shit, why you think I don't mess wit none of em. Shit, I be too koo.

PLUS, I'm married, you know Ashley would kill me!" Julian warned Rayshawn.

            Rayshawn couldn't contain himself. He walked away from Julian with a wide smile on his

face. He stopped at his first period class, turned back and looked at Julian and said, "Yeah, we'll

see about that."

***

            "I've been here for thee years and I STILL haven't seen any potentials at this school! It's my

last year here...man...I need some new work," Shayla complained to her best friend Ashley.

            Shayla Thorn was just an average chick. She was never looked upon as hideous or

extremely pretty, just...normal. Most people loved he personality and she was someone that no

one could ever hate. She was well-known by everyone at school, but she didn't categorize herself

as one of the "populars."  In school, she was a pretty decent student. Studying wasn't quite her

forte. She jus thought that the reason why she got good grades was because she was lucky.

            "Naw, but for real, I need a man! Forget this schools shit. I been focused for too long,"

Shayla whined.

            Ashley gave Shayla bland look. She was tired of her best friend complaining about

everything, it was time for a change. Ashley thought for a minute. Then she turned to Shayla as if

she had a brilliant idea.

            "Shay, memba that boy we met this summer at Fred's lil shindig? You know, dark

skinned. HELLA cute. From the skatin rink?"

            Confused, Shayla responded, "Yeeeaahh, kind of...but I can't really remember his face.

Anyways, what about em?"

            "Well, he go here now. Maybe yall could hook up. I mean, since I can't have em! It's

worth a try. You did say you thought he was cute, didn't you?" she questioned.

            A bit hesitant to respond, Shayla said, "Wait...you talkin bout THAT cute ass boy! Now I

remember him. And YES, I said he was cute but I don't think he'll eva look my way. He's into

them boppa type of hoes. I'm too classy for that Ash! But we'll see. Get to class hun."

            "Yeah, you too. And girl, quit flauntin yo little ass around here in them shorts. You know

our security guards are some pervs," Ashley jokingly yelled to Shayla as she walked away.

            Later on that day, third period, while walking through the busy hallways in the Art

building, Shayla ran into her close friend Fred. She was excited to see that his class was right

across the hall form hers. They stood up againt the wall and talked about their summer

encounters. Meanwhile, a strange, deep voice screamed, "AY FRED! BRUHHH," startled the

both of them. Shayla turned around to find a familiar face. She had seen him once before, but she

couldn't quite figure out where she had met him. As Fred and the new guy engaged in

conversation, Shayla found herself staring at this guy until the late bell rang. She knew that this

was going to bug her all day.

            Shayla had been thinking about this boy all day. A red light had turned on inside her head

when she finally figured it all out. She remembered what Ashley had said earlier about Freds'

party in the summer and that guy she couldn't stop thinking about. That new guy was him, and

she couldn't wait to finally introduce herself.

            After school, everyone usually meets outside on the courtyard on the same, red painted

benches, but this day seemed to be a bit unusual. On the benches that sat directly under the sun,

was Rayshawn. By now Shayla had found out what his name was, so all she had to do was

become more acquainted with him.

            As Shayla walked towards the bench he was lounging on, one of her "associates,"

Christy, ran up to Rayshawn and gave him a massive hug. Shayla didn't think anything of it until

she saw her laughing and giggling while he whispered in her ear, as if they were some type of

couple or something.

            Shayla couldn't handle it anymore. She knew not to show her emotions just in case

someone was  watching her. Sop she quickly turned away from them, still in shock, and patiently

waited for her friends.

            Shayla thought to herself, Where are these heffas? They betta have a good damn reason

why they ain't out here yet. Man...Why am I so worried about them?  I'm standing here lookin

like a damn idiot and my man is sittin RIGHT over there. But he talks to Christy, at least I think

he does...but it's not like me and her are hella cool like that. Anyway, she's JUST in my circle of

friends. It would be messed up if I snatched him, but only if she was my BEST friend right?

Fortunately, she aint! Oh well, ain't nobody feelins gon get hurt. I'm just going to march ova

there and talk to Christy and pay him no mind. I gotta see what happens. Thank God I look FLY

today! Shayla then strolled over to Rayshawn and Christy, she sat down and began to ramble on

about what she did last weekend.

***

            Man...where do I know her from? I ain't gon trip off that right now. But she's FLY...on

cee! I wonder what I gotta do to get wit her...Rayshawn couldn't stop staring at Shayla. He too,

had known Shayla from somewhere, but couldn't remember where he knew her from. Shayla

finally concluded her conversation with Christy after about ten minutes and slowly walked away. 

            Shayla took a quick look back at Rayshawn and noticed he was staring at her buttox.

With a smile on her face she thought, I knew I could distract him with my signature red booty

shorts. I mean who couldn't resist these cheeks?

            Rayshawn couldn't keep his eyes off of her. I definitely remember that ass from earlier.

I've got to get wit her, FAST!

            Only a few days later, Rayshawn managed to retrieve Shayla's phone number from Fred

and he decided to call her up.

            "Wassup Shayla? What you doin?" Asked Rayshawn.

            "Hey. Who's this?"

            "Girl quit playin, it's Rayshawn."

            "Oh hey, wassup?"

            "I gotta tell you somethin, but you can't say anything to anybody, kay?

            "Okay. I guess. What is it?"

            "Well you feel me..."

            "Yeah Rayshawn?...Come on!"

            "I like you and I'm trying ta talk to you. I want you to be my girl."

            "Oh okay. That's wassup. I mean I ain't gon lie, I been feelin you too. And yeah, I guess I'll

be yo girl."

            "You guess? Don't say it like you don't want to. But for real, if you gon be my girl, we

gotta be solid together, keep it real wit me. But you can't tell yo crew and I won't tell mine. This

ain't none of they business, what we do is between me and you okay?"

            "Ight Rayshawn. I guess it's official. But I gotta go. Talk to you later hun."

***

            It's been three long months and Rayshawn and Shayla are still together. But it all had to

come to an end sooner or later.

            "Julian bruh. I spent the night wit Shay and man...she solid! She's like one of the niggas,

on cee, but hella betta. She cooked for me, blew some dro and drank wit me. I didn't think she

had it in her. She BAD bruh. Hahaha. I might just keep her. And bruh, don't tell nobody, but I

think I'm fallin for her. Nigga, call me soft, I don't care! But I know one thing, I hope it ain't too

late to officially wife her up. Because you know if word gets out that I've been messin around

with Christy, Monique, Danielle, Janet, or Brenda, she gon hate me for eva."

            "Ashley! I think I'm fallin in love wit em. He's freakin gorgeous and we look too cute

together. He makes me feel so happy when I'm with him. And yes, he can be a bit demanding

sometimes, but I don't mind that. And of course we ALL know he has hoes on the side. But I

think if I continue to mess with him, he will change. For the better I hope. Haha. I hope he's the

one."

            It was clear to them both that they enjoyed eachothers' company. But what Rayshawn

didn't know was that Shayla wasn't completely happy. She hated the fact that they couldn't

announce their relationship publicly. At school, they would only hug each other ever so often, no

one would have ever known they were together for now, more than three months. Not only was

she tired of that, but she was tired of finding out about a new girl he had been messing with every

single day. But obviously his reputation was much more important than her -- so she thought.

***

            After a year of being an item, Rayshawn had fallen in love with Shayla and he didn't care

who knew. He had gave up all his hoes and began to consider himself as a one woman man. It

took him a year to finally mature and realize that she was the one for him. But it was already too

late. By this time, Shayla had lost love for him. She still catered to his every need, but he wasn't

her number one priority anymore. Due to her unhappiness during their whole relationship, Shayla

began to become a Mack herself. She mimicked the things that Rayshawn would do to her. She

played with boys' minds and now she had a reputation she had to keep up.

            In the end, they both ended up graduating from Green Top High. Shayla went world wide

with her macking. She took everything she learned from Rayshawn and used it for her own good.

And Rayshawn...well...let's just say he's back on his two feet "girl hoppin" in college.

THE END