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fckwritersblock · 2 years

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 7

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

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I woke up with a killer headache and the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit it repeatedly trying to get it to shut off to no avail. Frustrated I picked it up launching it across the room. Not even 5 minutes later the alarm on my cell went and I released a defeated groan. Sitting up, I took in my surrounding trying to remember how I got to my room last night. My makeup was removed, and I was in a large T-shirt with my hair in a bonnet. The only thing I forgot to do was remove my contacts. Slowly getting up, I left my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a glass and aspirin set right next to my glasses.

There was no way I was THAT alert last night.

Frowning I took the packet and washed it down before starting the shower, I had to wash away last nights shame and hangover. 15 minutes later I stepped out wrapping a towel around my body. I didn't even feel slightly Recovered. Removing my contacts and placing the frames over my eyes, I need coffee.

"Good Mornin'," a raspy baritone greeted me when I got to the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled putting on the pot.

"Lemme get a cup,"

I stopped turning around in horror, registering who it was.

"Erik?!"

"Yeah?" He sounded like 'duh'.

"Get out get out get out!" I squealed, holding my towel to me looking for something to throw.

"What about the coffee?"

Erik sounded confused, like he was suppose to be here or something."

"Negro what are you even doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Grab your shit and get out!"

"Damn girl that's how you show gratitude?" I could tell he wasn't getting upset now. "Yo ass don't even know what happened last night."

I froze. Oh fuckkkkk no.

"Tell me we didn't?"

"Naw girl, ion get down like that." He looked disgusted by the thought and I couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh yeah right, I bet. You're such a stand up guy right?" Sarcasm laced in every word as I held the door open for him.

Soon as he crossed the threshold I slammed the door,

"Really Lona that's how we gettin' down now." The anger in his voice was evident and I couldn't help but wonder if he still got that wrinkle in between his eyes like he use to.

"We taken advantage of drunk bitches now Erik.

He was silently for a minute but I knew he was still there.

"You know me better than that." He spoke from the other end. Did I really though?

There was a slight pain in my chest after he said that.

"I use to." I replied loud enough for him to hear before walking back into my room.

"How you feelin' sunshine?"

"I feel like death." I answered.

I laid my head down on the table in the cafeteria Tatiana and Jay were chillin at. I swear to god when you have a hangover it be the longest day ever.

"You don't look far from it either- ouch," Jay rubbed his arm where I hit him.

"I woke up with a massive headache, feelin' like I got by a truck-" I began my list of complaints.

"Probably happened when dude dropped you." Jay mentioned casually.

"-Erik was in my living room just chillin on my couch." I stopped and blinked, looking directly at Jay. "I'm sorry. What? Who dropped me, Erik?"

"Naw, not Erik. Ole dude in the bathroom."

Wait what?" I frowned looking at Tati. "What's he talking about. I was with you wasn't I? Where were you?"

"Ok boo, breathe aite," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "No anxiety attacks today. Let me start from the beginning. Dumbass here don't know how to be gentle."

As she explained, i remember arriving, I remember chilling, playing beer pong, taking a few shots. I remember dancing, curving a couple of frat boys, and having a good time. Everything after that was fuzzy.

"So you was tore up girl, but hiding it well. You just said you wanted to throw up s you'd feel better. I'm the one who walked you to the bathroom, again, you didn't look that tore up but I guess when it all started to come up you got worse? I only left because Ashley came to get me since Donise was bout to fight and I needed to stop her. I swear I was only gon for like 7 minutes. When I reminded Doni she was on her last strike here and told her we had to get you home we both came right back to find Erik literally trying punch his way thru ole' dudes skull."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah, apparently Erik caught bruh tryna carry you out the house on the low." Jay informed me filling in from where Tati left off. "When he confronted him and told him to hand you over he dropped you to the floor. E was quick to check on you and asked if I had and before I blinked he was after bruh."

"Erik?"

"Yes girl! And he beat the fuck outta him too." Tati hit her hand with her first. "When I came up, Jay left you with me and Jay and Moses had to get him to stop. Once he 'calmed down' enough he stormed over to you and damn near shoved me out the way. He wouldn't let anyone touch you after that."

"I'm sayin', he turned into the bodyguard." Jay laughed clearly amused.

But I sure as hell wasnt.

Remaining quiet, I tired to process everything. I was almost snatched up and taken God knows where, so some weirdo could do God knows what to me, and Erik came in and stopped everything. For me. Protected me. Made sure I got home safely and stayed with me all night. While I still don't remember anything I do know he was wearing what I saw him in last night this morning......and right about now I'm feeling like the biggest asshole.

"Yeah shit was sexy and scary at the same time. He looked crazy."

"For real son! Crazy as fuck," Jay agreed. "I know bruj said y'all had history, but damn. Y'all was together or somethin'?"

Or something, I thought but instead just shook my head.

"No, but it's complicated," was the only explanation I was giving right now. Everyone didn't need to know my dirty laundry, and while I could careless about what people thought about me, I'm sure they've got enough to run it about last night. Meanwhile I needed to find Erik. No matter how I feel about him, he still looked out for me last night. Not only do I owe him a thank you but an apology too.

It was a nice day outside so I figured he might be in the quad since I saw him out there a lot. There or at the gym. Thankfully he at was the former and I didn't have to look too hard as I headed toward him. As soon as he spotted me he snatched his bag up, saluted the guys and began to walk off. I did my best to catch up without making it obvious that I was after him to everybody else around. Catching up slightly I called out his name and he stopped. He shoulders slumped as if he were sighing as he turned around. He looked at me like he couldn't stand me. I took a deep breath feeling nervous and embarrassed.

"Erik can we talk?" I asked, feeling small.

"Is it about the project?" His voice lacked every bit of emotion.

"No." I answered knowing where this was going.

"Then, naw, we can't."

Without another look he turned, headphones on, and left me where I stood.

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Pretty Brown Eyes

Killmonger x OC fic

This will have info that may be triggering to people who have been victims of SA. It's nothing graphic, but it is mentioned. Son of that triggers you, you may not be the right reader for this.

There were many times that Zion Brown thought that she would be nowhere in life. She thought she would be no one going nowhere doing nothing, coasting through a sea of nobodies. This was just the way she was raised, everything that she had been taught.

Growing up on the Southside of Chicago, she had seen a lot. Most children didn't have many, if any worries, but she was not so lucky. With a mother on drugs, an absent father, and no other family to call their own, she and her siblings had it rough. Being the eldest of her five siblings, she had somehow become a second mother to them. It was so much more than someone so young should experience, but she would often wear it with pride.

She was mature, she was getting that early life experience she would need to become a functioning adult, making her mark on the world. No matter how much her mother would scream obscenities at her, throw plates at the wall, and tell her that she would never be anything, she never believed her.

That was, until everything went wrong.

By the time she had turned fifteen, four of her siblings had been taken out of her mother's custody by their fathers, and the only ones left were she and her brother. As a result of it all, she became very depressed and a bit of a problem child. Six months into her junior year of high school, she dropped out to work full time after they were threatened to be evicted from their apartment. She hadn't seen her mother in several weeks, and not wanting her brother to become a ward of the state, she made the best decision for him.

They found her mother’s body three weeks after her nineteenth birthday. She was lying face down in a puddle in a deserted alleyway. They said that they'd found enough drugs in her system to take out a man twice her size. It was simply assumed that she had overdosed, and her case was closed. Her brother was sixteen, in his sophomore year of high school. She'd gotten the call to come and identify the body, and it was a surprisingly detached moment for her. She didn't remember feeling anything, it was almost as if she were hovering over her body and watching the event take place. Then, there was the matter of telling her brother. He'd cried for hours, cried for a few more days, and then Social services came knocking.

Shed fought tooth and nail every step of the way to get her brother back, to make sure he came home and wasn't lost to the system, but every Judge told her the same thing, that she was too young to take care of him. Eventually, he was adopted by a well to do family, but they made it clear that she would likely never see him again, as they lived overseas.

After the dust had settled and she was in the process of finding a new job, she met her father. It was a bit of a surreal experience. She’d had so many dreams of what type of man he would be, none of them particularly nice. Shed assumed that he was a drug dealer or a pimp, but she was pleasantly surprised that he was a pastor. He'd been trying to contact her mother for years to let him see her, and every time, her mother refused to allow him anywhere near her, and she found that she had her reasons.

When she was a young girl growing up in some backwoods town of rural Georgia, her mother was being molested by a deacon at the church. She told her family about it, but they simply labeled her as fast and told her that if she told anyone what had happened, she would shame the family. It carried on until she was an adult, and when she turned eighteen, she began actively looking for a way out. She’d become fed up with it when she got pregnant with Zion and set out to Chicago, Illinois to become a blues singer. That career hadn't played out as well as shed hoped, and before she knew it, she was a single mother to six children with no job and no money. She turned to drinking, drinking led to drugs, and the rest was history.

Picking everything up and moving to Oakland to be near her father’s side of the family was hard. She didn’t know anyone, and her cousins the same age as her were far past that, “Oooo, a new family member,” phase, and many of her aunts and uncles didn't seem to like her. This went on for months before she just… snapped. They were at a family barbecue and if she was honest, it was one of the best and worst days of her life.

…

“Zion!” At the sound of her father’s voice, Zion Brown looked up from the book in her lap to see what he wanted. It had been three months since she had arrived in Oakland, and if she was completely honest, it was odd. She was always surrounded by people, always being questioned about what her future plans were, why she didn’t comb her hair, anything you could think of, she’d been asked.

It really bothered her when she was questioned about her hair. Her hair was sacred, it was the one true freedom she had in life. It had taken her years to reverse the damage that had been done to her hair, from one bad relaxer to the next. It was her way of rebellion, to damage the one thing her mother worked so hard on.

Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

That was the one good thing that her mother told her, that no matter what anyone said, her hair was beautiful, and nothing could change that. It had been years since her mother had said it, and she held it close to her heart.

Today was a special day, or so her father had told her. His mother had decided to fly from Georgia to California to see her, and her father was having a barbecue to celebrate. The whole family would be there, including her Uncle Terry.

Uncle Terry was one of those people he said what he wanted with no thought to the consequences of his words. She had taken to actively avoiding him when he made the comment that her father should get a second DNA test done for her because “my brother has never laid with whores”. He was a deacon at the church her father preached at, and she went out of her way to not go when he was there, which was every Sunday.

“Yes, Gerald?” He looked at her and smiled, opening his arms for a hug, her eyes going to his, “Hug the Chef” apron. Clearing her throat, she looked over at the table, eyes widening at all the meat spread across it. He awkwardly dropped his arms as she looked around at decorations and many things that filled the room. It kind of felt like she figured a birthday party would be like.

“You've never had a birthday party?!” She looked up, not realizing that she had spoken aloud. Rubbing her arm, she shrugged, coming up with some excuse that even she herself didn’t listen to before escaping back to her room.

When the family arrived, everything was going in full swing. Cousins were laughing, the card tables were out, aunties were gathered in circles, reminiscing about the old days, and her father and a few uncles we're surrounding the grill, arguing about the best way to prepare the meat for everyone. There were so many people around, living the black experience in its simplest form, yet she felt more out of place than ever. This was her father’s family, her family, but she felt like a stranger.

When her grandmother arrived, she was immediately swarmed by family members, and Zion found herself stepping back to allow others to see their grandmother. Her father said that she hadn’t come to visit the family in years due to her health, and going back to Georgia and living with their eldest sibling, her uncle Donnie, was the best option for her. Now, she was better and could visit just in time to see her newest granddaughter.

She’d tried to speak with the woman several times throughout the event, but every time, someone would pull her to the side. When one of her cousins told his mother that she’d tried to talk to her grandmother before she cut in, the woman looked at her, rolled her eyes, and went back to talking to her mother as if nothing had been said.

“Hey, Myrah!” Her Uncle Terry’s voice cut through the crowd and she felt annoyed immediately. He had been there all day and ignored her the entire time, and now, he was bothering her.

She had begun feeling anxious the entire day due to the crowds, and her usual breaks from people weren’t working, so she dug in her pockets for her anxiety medication, as she could feel an attack coming on. As she was tipping the bottle over, she felt a sharp pain in her hand, causing her to drop the entire bottle, her pills all landing in a puddle from when Gerald watered the bushes.

As her uncle yelled words she couldn’t truly hear at her, grabbing onto her hand and holding in a vice grip, she felt her body begin to react in the one way that it seemed to know how when sudden things got out of her control. Panic.

First, she looked around for a way out, but everywhere she looked, she just saw people looking at her, judging her, probably thinking that they were better than her. She instinctively patted down her sides, looking for her bottle, before she remembered what had just happened.

She could see her father turning to see what was going on at the grill, but he would never make it in time to stop her from attacking the older man, landing on top of him until they were nothing but an entanglement of limbs. She bit, scratched and kicked for as long as she could until a pair of arms around her waist yanked her off of the older man. She began to fight until the person had let her go before bolting, running away as fast as her feet could carry her. Everything else after that moment was a bit hazy.

When she had finally calmed down, she found herself in an unfamiliar place, a man standing over her with a rather intense expression on his face. She jumped, but he held his arms out, showing her that he meant no harm.

He was handsome, that much was sure. If she was correct in her guessing, she and he were likely around the same age, him maybe a year or two older than her. He had dark skin, pretty brown eyes, and a low cut fade. His lips were also lovely and they looked pillow soft

“Hey,” he said softly, approaching her slowly. Looking around, she realized that she was in what she really hoped was his house, laid across a futon. Sitting up, she went to stand, but she fell back down as her ankle exploded in pain, causing her to hiss loudly as she leaped into her other foot.

”You fell on your foot when you climbed my fence. Then, you tried to get up and run some more.” She felt her cheeks heating as she lifted her ankle to examine it, cringing to see that it was swollen, having had turned several colors. It was a miracle that it wasn't broken, as swollen as it was.

”My dad’s probably so worried, I need to go.” He looked around for something, kissing his teeth, mumbling that someone named Rodney must've taken it. Sighing, he turned to where his back, his naked back, faced her.

When she didn't move, he rolled his eyes, looking back at her.

”Climb on. Imma take you home.” She was too shocked to come up with an excuse as to why she wasn't going to do it, simply wrapping her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to lift her with ease. She wasn't the smallest thing around, so she was rather impressed with his strength.

After locking his door and everything, the two of them set off her occasionally giving directions when she finally realized where she was. She’d run quite a while, there was no telling how fast she was going if she was as panicked as he remembered her being.

”It's this left,” she said as she propped herself up on his shoulders, showing a rather large house, complete with the white picket fence and everything one would imagine when they thought of the perfect home. She felt him tense underneath her, causing her to look down and see what was wrong, but he brushed her off and continued in.

When they got on the porch, she reached out and gave the door three sharp knocks, the sound of hurried footsteps filling the hallway. Her dad threw the door open and came face to chest with Erik, his eyes widening as she urged him to go in, leaving the stunned man in their former.

Turning and facing her dad was hard. He looked absolutely livid, and she opened her mouth to say that she was sorry for running off, but she noticed his gaze was on Erik. Clearing her throat, she stuck out her hand towards him.

”Thanks for helping me out and carrying back home. I don't know how I would've fared if it weren't for you.” he gave her a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head in her direction. Turning to her dad, she saw that his expression had softened substantially. She pulled herself onto her feet, wincing as she limped towards him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He recovered from his shock immediately, pulling her into his tight embrace. It was their first hug, so she figured it was alright, all things considered.

“Thank you, Erik. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she hadn’t come home. Hell, I had half a mind to call the police and search every block in a five-mile radius.” The guy-Erik-smiled, waving goodbye to the two of them as she turned to thank him again.

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Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

Well now, the queen had been dethroned.

She’d remembered when it happened, why it happened, the moment she realized that she had gone to too but by that point, she was unreachable by logic. One minute she was staring into the mirror, and the next moment, she had a pair of scissors and half her hair was gone.

She’d quit her job.

That was what happened, she’d quit her job. All because she refused to sleep with her boss and threatened to call the police on him for harassing her. He’d cornered her while she was in the janitor’s closet, hunting for paper towels. He said things about how he’d always thought she was attractive, and he saw that she noticed him, too. The whole time, she was pushing his chest to create space in between the two of them.

She had been so frightened that she did the first thing she could think of and elbowed him in the face. She ran and screamed bloody murder until one of her coworkers stopped her. When she explained what happened, the woman went to grab her phone to call the police, but he stopped them, threatening to have both of them taken to jail for assaulting him, bragged about how he would just get a slap on the wrist and they would be in serious trouble. Him, a white man in corporate America, was going to have two of his black employees arrested after he assaulted one of them. At that moment, she was so fed up that she quit on the spot, grabbing her purse and storming out, her coworker saying that she would have his job, as her husband was the owner of the company and despised both racism and sexual harassment.

“Look at you.” She looked up to see him standing in the doorway. Tears began running down her face, not because he looked at her like she was a nutcase, but the way he smiled at her. When he walked up behind her, he simply placed a kiss on her temple, pulling her into his strong embrace and letting her cry.

She wished she could say that she was a pretty crier, but that wasn’t the case. She was an absolute mess, much like she was when her father died several months before. It was all raccoon eyes, runny nose, legs giving away from under her, ugly crying.

“I quit my job.” They were lying in bed, his calloused fingers running over her newly fixed hair. He’d taken the time to get out his clippers and cut her hair. When she’d made a pathetic joke about her looking like a man, he smiled and said she was the prettiest nigga in Oakland, second only to him.

“I know.” She opened her mouth to tell him what had happened, but he shushed her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips. Pillow soft, just as she’d always predicted.

“You don’t have to tell me, Zi. Because it took everything I had in me not to go to that job and lose my mind. Hearing it from Jay isn’t the same as hearing it from you, and if I hear it from you, there is nothing you say to stop me from finding him. So don’t tell me.” She nodded, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Erik,” she said, feeling herself falling asleep, surrounded by his scent.

“I love you too, Baby,” he said, running his fingers up and down her spine, lulling her into a comfortable sleep, free from the stresses of the day.

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 6

Erik Stevens x Black OC

( Unedited.)

I woke up with a killer headache and the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit it repeatedly trying to get it to shut off to no avail. Frustrated I picked it up launching it across the room. Next was the alarm on my cell and I released a defeated groan. Sitting up, I took in my surrounding trying to remember how I got to my room last night. My makeup was removed, and I was in a large T-shirt with my hair in a bonnet. The only thing I forgot to do was remove my contacts. Slowly getting up, I left my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a glass and aspirin set right next to my glasses.

There was no way I was THAT alert last night.

"Good Mornin'," a raspy baritone greeted me when I got to the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled putting on the pot.

"Lemme get a cup,"

I stopped turning around in horror, registering who it was.

"Erik?!"

"Yeah?" He sounded like 'duh'.

"Get out get out get out!" I squealed, holding my towel to me looking for something to throw.

"What about the coffee?"

Erik sounded confused, like he was suppose to be here or something."

"Negro what are you even doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Grab your shit and get out!"

"Damn girl that's how you show gratitude?" I could tell he wasn't getting upset now. "Yo ass don't even know what happened last night."

I froze. Oh fuckkkkk no.

"Tell me we didn't?"

"Naw girl, ion get down like that." He looked disgusted by the thought and I couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh yeah right, I bet. You're such a stand up guy right?" Sarcasm laced in every word as I held the door open for him.

Soon as he crossed the threshold I slammed the door,

"Really Lona that's how we gettin' down now." The anger in his voice was evident and I couldn't help but wonder if he still got that wrinkle in between his eyes like he use to.

"We taken advantage of drunk bitches now Erik.

He was silently for a minute but I knew he was still there.

"You know me better than that." He spoke from the other end. Did I really though?

There was a slight pain in my chest after he said that.

"I use to." I replied loud enough for him to hear before walking back into my room.

"How you feelin' sunshine?"

"I feel like death." I answered.

I laid my head down on the table in the cafeteria Tatiana and Jay were chillin at. I swear to god when you have a hangover it be the longest day ever.

"You don't look far from it either- ouch," Jay rubbed his arm where I hit him.

"I woke up with a massive headache, feelin' like I got by a truck-" I began my list of complaints.

"Probably happened when dude dropped you." Jay mentioned casually.

"-Erik was in my living room just chillin on my couch." I stopped and blinked, looking directly at Jay. "I'm sorry. What? Who dropped me, Erik?"

"Naw, not Erik. Ole dude in the bathroom."

Wait what?" I frowned looking at Tati. "What's he talking about. I was with you wasn't I? Where were you?"

"Ok boo, breathe aite," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "No anxiety attacks today. Let me start from the beginning. Dumbass here don't know how to be gentle."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Erik?"

"I'm sayin', he turned into the bodyguard." Jay laughed clearly amused.

But I sure as hell wasnt.

"Yeah shit was sexy and scary at the same time. He looked crazy."

"For real son! Crazy as fuck," Jay agreed. "I know bruj said y'all had history, but damn. Y'all was together or somethin'?"

Or something, I thought but instead just shook my head.

"Erik can we talk?" I asked, feeling small.

"Is it about the project?" His voice lacked every bit of emotion.

"No." I answered knowing where this was going.

"Then, naw, we can't."

Without another look he turned, headphones on, and left me where I stood.

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So...someone's upset.

And rightfully so. These two have a lot of issues to work out. Too much anger.

I'm just gonna...let that sit there...

Guess what guys!!

I've got the next 30 chapters planned! The good the bad and the ugly. I'm sooo excited!'

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 4

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

A/n: last week and life tag teamed and beat my ass so I was not able to post Wednesday allday like I wanted to so I’m doing it now. And yes I will be updating again this coming Wednesday!

Make sure you read the Prologue before this for context since I’m an idiot who left it in my drafts 🤦🏾‍♀️

Also.... I wrote this song listening to fly before you fall by Cynthia Erivo and was in my feels

He was here.

I could picture the last time I saw him so vividly as if happened yesterday. Erik fucking Stevens here standing in front of my face. Can you believe he had the nerve to speak to me as if things were cool? As if he wasn't such a strong presence in my life who just up and left without a word. Leaving me to get some of the worst news since the death of my parents from his aunt. That he moved to Harlem. As if he weren't my best friend.

As if I didn’t love him.

After all these years here he was standing in front of me. I didn't know if I wanted to hug him or slap the shit out of him. Trying to keep my face as neutral as possible I turned around and went to my class. I couldn't afford to be distracted now, the last thing I feel like doing with was a blast from the past especially one of this magnitude. Of course, I'm not that lucky.

He strolls into class 3 minutes after me and take a seat 4 seats away, giving me a clear view of him.

Great. Just great.

I could literally feel him burning a hole into the side of my face throughout the entire class. I try to keep my face neutral, but I know on the inside I was barely holding on. I had so many questions and so many feelings. Excitement. Anger. Hope. Hate. Where had he been all this time? Why did he just leave without telling me? Why did he play with my emotions? And while I had none of the answers to those Questions, one things for sure, I can't wait to classes over.

The longest 2 hours of my life had gone by before Professor Daniels had decided to end class half an hour early.

Won't He do it.

As soon as he gave us the OK, I gathered my books into my satchel and quickly placed it around my neck before grabbing my phone and my keys off the desk and heading in the direction of the exit furthest from Erik.

I'm not sure how the quick little bastard made it outside before me, but the next thing I know he was standing at the door waiting for me.

I spared him a quick glance as he pushed himself off the wall upon noticing me.

"Alona,"

I ignored him heading for the nearest exit leading to the parking lot. Hearing in behind me, he managed to side step his way in front of me.

"Come on Lona, don't be like that."

I was frozen, unsure of what to say and damn near forgetting how to function. I took in his facial features, how he still looked the same but different, more mature and adult like. He had dreads now and I see the hint of the gold bottoms in his mouth. A bit of facial hair and he had this aura about him. One that I can't even begin to describe. In all honesty, if he wasn't who he is, then I would be attracted to him. And it was that same thought that snap me out of my trance.

"Move," I spat forcefully.

Alona-"

I moved pushed past him only for him to grab my fore arm. Quickly I turned on him.

"Touch me like that again Erik and I'm gonna kick your ass into your throat." I whispered with malice.

Snatching my arm away, I continued down the steps heading to the parking lot. I thank God that motorcycle parking is in the front of the lot. After unlocking it, I put on my helmet and threw the slit I could see he was still watching me from a far. I kicked the peg up and revved up the engine for pilling off.

Fuck that last class, I didn't need it anyway.

Drowning myself in wine is the goal and so far I'm succeeding. I wanted to be numb again. I had done well suppressing these feelings, acting as if nothing happened, but today my resolved fell through.

🎶'I see the way that you look when you hear his name

I see his picture up in your frame

And you refuse to admit you still miss him but it's okay' 🎶

To say I was in my feeling was an understatement. It had been such a long time since I cried over Erik. Since I even thought about everything that happened between us in the past. Yet here I was again.

🎶'You're a tower of strength when you're breaking down

But through the wall I can feel your cry

And when it's quiet you're screaming inside'🎶

This feeling of depression was a familiar one. It was something I spent two years working through after Erik left. And no matter how hard I tried to forget everything and let things go for myself and my own personal healing......there was one question I couldn't shake.

🎶'And I break as I hear you

Loud as a bomb

Wanting a shoulder to cry on

I hear you

Tumbling fast'🎶

Why didn't he come back for me?

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My jam it always puts me in my feelings lol

Alona is my lil bae tho so I feels for her

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Personally I'm not sure if he finished school and then went to the seals or not ( if anyone knows sliddddeeee in my DM's ) I was slightly confused on the order myself, so help a sista out!

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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