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each other’s eyes, and then he kissed me.
     
    “But we can take them down if we work together,” he said. He then chuckled. “I should put that in a speech or something.”
     
    Of course, this was one of those situations where we say we’re going to leave, and then end up talking for almost an hour. However, everything had to come to an end, and we soon departed, with him heading back to his dorm.
     
    I should have been jealous, but I wasn’t. I knew that Evan of all people wouldn’t let me down. The two of us were still greenies in college, but I knew that we’d still be together for a long time. No matter what we would face, no matter how many jealous bitches stand in my way, we would take them all down together.
     
    I walked back to my dorm and saw Julie gone. I hoped she could find a man as good as mine. I went to my bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
     
    The rest of my college life passed by as I slept. They say the best times of your life go by too fast. That’s what my mamma told me. And even though my mamma can say some strange things, when she’s right, oh, is she right.

Chapter Four
     
    I sat in the middle of the crowd, all of our caps and tassels looking like flowers from a garden from above. The arena where I watched my first football game was now converted to a place to hold the ceremony. In the crowd, I could see a sea of faces, but my mamma’s was easy to pick from the crowd. Even from afar, I could see the tears staining her eyes. Mamma never knew what to think about me dating Evan, but when it came to her daughter graduating, she was going to simply agree to disagree.
     
    The typical ceremonies happened. Some politician spoke some generic, encouraging words, and everyone rolled their eyes. Then, the headmaster got back on stage.
     
    “With that said, I now welcome the student commencement speaker, Evan Richardson!”
     
    Everyone screamed and applauded as Evan went on stage. Some people next to me gave me confused glances. Even though it had been a few years since I started dating Evan, everyone was still in denial. Stay salty, bitches.
     
    Evan cleared his throat, and then he began speaking. His public speaking voice was booming, and I could listen to it all day.
     
    “It’s been one interesting four years, I’ll say that much.”
     
    There was a mixture of laughter and applause as he said that. Everyone started recalling the Sally incident. Poor Sally. Pleading insanity, but still getting locked up for a long time.
     
    “I’ve had my ups and my downs. Like any frat house football star, I started college young, naïve, and kind of a scumbag. But college accepts those who do not know their way, and molds them into people who will shape the future. Sometimes, that person who molds you is an inspiring teacher. Other times, you mold naturally through your experiences as a person. For me, I molded because of one woman. And that woman was Alisha Jackson.”
     
    There was applause. I grinned and waved to the crowd.
     
    “Some may have disapproved of our relationship, and I know someone who really didn’t like it…”
     
    Once again, everyone laughed, including me. After a few years, it was nice to know he could make light of almost getting his throat slit.
     
    “But Alisha taught me many things. How my life was wasting, and how I should judge a person by their heart. I don’t know where I’ll go from here, to be honest. Maybe I’ll go the big leagues, or perhaps I’ll get a cushy job as a computer programmer. But no matter what I’ll do, I’ll have someone beside me on the way. Alisha Jackson…”
     
    And with that, he unsheathed a ring from his pocket. It glowed in the sunlight, and my face lit up.
    “…Will you marry me?”
     
    “Yes!” I screamed, and I ran from the seat and onto the podium. The crowd cheered, with a few jeers peppered in. Julie, who was in the crowd with her 50th boyfriend, gave a half cheer, half jeer. What do you even call that?
     
    We