I before you say anything, listen to what I have to say first....:

Ok, my boyfriend and I was just chillin'; ya know, just having a good time with one another. We were in the bottom by the staircase of a garage at school. My boyfriend got on top of me and we were making out and everything. Before all of this, I was just sitting by him with my legs across his legs as people passed by. Some were a group of guys who just shook their heads. I was just telling my bf how he needed to break his habits (ie smoking, etc) and he was talking about me skipping class with him... just this once. So, I gave in: this was just my FIRST absence of this class.



Back to the making out...:
I think that I'm like... half paranoid, so everytime I hear and/or see something, then my reflexes tell me to look or stop what I'm doing. I heard someone coming down the stairs. Using people just use the door above the steps beside us to get out. But this time I had a feeling that the person was going to use the door beside us because of how there were already ppl who had already went out our door and something told me to stop. So, I did.

I told my bf to get up and without hesitation, he got up. As, he was moving to get up, I saw someone (more than likely a female) look then turn to walk back up the stairs.

I laughed and joked saying, "See, now she guna think that we were doing something." He just shrugged and tried to get back on top of me. I heard some more foot steps and whispered to him to get up again. Once again, he stood up and pulled his shirt over his bulding man hood. This time it was a man who came down our stairs. But this wasn't no ordinary man; he walked down the stairs slowly, yet surely, never taking his eyes off me.

"Imma need to see some IDs", he said. I told him that my bf had his but mines was back in the classroom. After getting his permission, I ran back to class to get my ID. When I got back, he was writing on a notepad and talking. He looked up at me and said that he had already spoken to my bf and that we aren't suppose to be doing any of that here, on campus. He went on talking and explaining everything. He had already taken down my bf's name, so he took down mines too, and explained how he's doing it so that if something comes up again, he'll know who we are. "As of right now," he said, "I'm just going to take down your names. I'm not going to arrest yall or do anything though. I took it in my hands and I'm going to tell them that I already spoke to you both. This won't have to go back to anybody." With that, I thanked him, and me and my bf left the campus. My bf had told me that the lady that I had seen in the stairway was an instructor. "I told him everything," he continued. "At first I wasn't going to say anything, but then I thought about you. I didn't want you to go to jail, baby, so I told him the truth." We skipped the rest of our class and my next class; just chilling, eating, and talking. It took a while for him to finally get me to talk. I honestly didn't have anything to say except "No, don't cutt yourself because of this." He gave in after a while and tried to comfort me and get me to talk.

Today, 2 days later, the security officer from the incident on Monday, walked up to me as I got out of the car. "You're Mrs. *****, right?" I nodded. He told me how this lady was looking for me, to talk to me about the incident. She was the head officer, pretty much. "I thought that this issue was squashed, but it wasn't," he said as he called her on his walkie talkie. "Unfortunately, that instructor wrote a report on you and your boyfriend. And the report got to Tech and this the [head] officer." My hands started to shake and my breath started to come short. Maybe it's because of the cold, I thought.

The male officer asked me where I was headed. I told him that I was going to complete some work. He said ok and that he'll come get me. I walked down the hall and spoke to one of the teachers about my service learning this weekend. As I was walking out of his office with my sheets, I saw the 2 officers looking in each class for me.

The male one pointed me out. I walked up to the pair and walked off with the female officer. She asked me if I knew what she was going to talk to me about. I nodded at her surprised look. It was obvious. She asked me if I had any classes right then. I told her no, I was just completing some work before my class that starts in another hour and 1/2 or 2 hrs. She said that we were going to talk for a good minute and asked if I had anybody to call before I go with her.

We took seperate stairs to her office. I still shook with wobbly legs; I don't think it was the cold this time, although it was cold against my bare legs. Room 307. She was waiting for me at her computer. Guesturing me to sit at her desk, I huffed air. I hadn't noticed how much I was shaking and guffing for air until I sat down and start telling my story. I apologized and she told me to get myself together then talk. I told her what I'm telling you all who are reading this. We talked about it and had a good conversation with one another. I answered every question that she asked me honestly. She was surprised to hear that we had been dating for 3 years. She asked me if we see each other other than at school and I said yes, at church. Yet again, she was surprised. I smiled at our accomplishment. She asked me if he was the one. I smiled boldly, yes.

After a while, I felt a lot better. She told me how she had to write a report on this and that I had to write a summary of what I told her. "Now, you can either stay in here or you can go back to class and finish you're work there." As comfortable as I had just gotten, I decided to head back; I figured that my bf would be looking for me soon.

I told him how the officers were looking for us, to talk to us both. I told him how we could be going to jail if this gets too carried away. He shook his head no, sadly yet in silent madness. "I'm not going to let them take you to jail," he said. "I'll tell them to give me double time if I have to." I told him not to worry about it, but he went looking for the officers anyway. About 30 minutes later, he came back saying that he couldn't find them. I had an idea of where they both were but I wasn't going to tell him, fearing what he might say or do. Especially since he said that he wanted to talk to them alone, but I didn't jump to any conclusions nor assumptions. He talked about how he would beat their a** up and make them give him double charges. I shook my head no, twirling my ring around my ring finger.

He threatened to smoke and/or other stuff. I told him that if he do that then I'm gone. He said something. I asked him if he was going to do anything or go without me. He said yea and started cursing. I took the ring off and stared straight ahead, silently. He asked me to tell him where knew they were. I didn't say anything. Looking down, he noticed that I had taken off my ring. "Why'd you take this off?" he asked. I reminded him of what I said that I would do if he went back to his ways or anything. "Awww, that's dirty." he said. He asked me again of the officers where abouts. I didn't respond so he said that he was leaving. I finally told him before he got up to leave. He asked where was that, then without waiting for a reply he said that I could come. I was grateful.

We walked searching the other building for them. He said that he was starting to get mad or something. I suggested the garage of our spot from Monday. As we walked, I spotted the male officer in his office. He called for the female officer as the other officer with him asked us about our majors.

We met up with the female officer and she asked if I had told my bf what she had told me. I nodded and she thanked me as she told him to write a summary of what happened; she said she would be waiting for us when we got back outside. When we came back, she wasn't there. So, we waited and he began to mumble fustrating curse words. I tried to take his mind off of it by teasing him. He did smile though, warning me of the same consequences of what had happened before. We went looking for the officer in the student center area. I joked with him about how I watched him looking at this girl's butt. That's another problem in this story. Looking is cheating too, right? He made an exscuse saying that he was looking at the way she was walking. That makes it worst.

Finally we found the officer, just as I thought, talking to someone else in another important situation. He turned in his paper and chilled with one another. He talked about me not going to jail and I changed the subject back to him cheating on me with butts. We kissed a few times and joked, skipping our classes. I tried to get him to come before we get back in the same predicament. But he said he didn't want to go back; he just wanted to spend time with his baby. So, that's the exscuse that we used as we finally, after hours, went back to class: We were with officers. Enough said; no questions asked.