Alpha Omega and the Chapters In Between: The Alpha Years

By Jmarie

Jackie was cute, young, naive, somewhat immature, fun loving, and had no worries of any real importance. At age 16, her only concern was the fact that it didn't appear that anyone was going to ask her to the high school senior prom.

Trey was tall, handsome, not immature by high school standards, and already had some grownup responsibilities. At age 18, his only concern was the fact that he had to grow up fast and needed to begin his life.

This story describes an Epic love brought on by a mere phone call. Their paths were predestined or were they? It all depends on if you believe in that type of stuff, doesn't it? This is a story of love, disbelief, and assumed betrayal, all seen through the eyes of two young people who made an attempt at grownup emotions. A true love story doesn't exist without secrets - secrets that both tear up relationships and secrets that hold them together.

Two young individuals trying to handle grownup emotions, responsibilities and situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jmarie
• Release date: Feb 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310121975

Jmarie

I have been writing poetry since I was a young girl. For quite a few years I had stopped. These last 7 years, the love of writing and poetry came back with a fury and I wrote about 50 poems in 6 months that are full of emotion. It was like it was all locked inside of a Pandora's box. Somehow the key was found and the box was opened and words flowed out.Now I've written a love story....A trilogy. I couldn't stay away from the poetry so a poem precedes each chapter. Writing brings me happiness. I'm very happy to have started and finished my first storybook.Drop me a line with your comments to: [e-mail] -- I'd LOVE to hear from you.JmarieI live in Northeast Ohio where I work full time to pay the bills. Writing poetry is my passion.

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Alpha Omega & The Chapters In Between

The Alpha Years

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1 – Jacqueline

Chapter 2 – The Alpha

Chapter 3 – Trey

Chapter 4 – Jacqueline and Trey

Chapter 5 – Prom

Chapter 6 – Summer after Prom

Chapter 7 – Late Summer/Fall

Chapter 8 – Days before Boot Camp

Chapter 9 – Weeks after Boot Camp

Chapter 10 – The Marriage Proposal

Chapter 11 – First Regret

Chapter 12 – I’m off to Cali

Chapter 13 – Recovering!

Chapter 14 – Back Home

Chapter 15 – Onward

Epilogue

He is the Sun. She is the Moon

It is believed in some cultures that

The Sun and Moon, when depicted joined as one,

is a universal expression of the merging of opposites

Yin Yang…

The marriage of the male sun and female moon representing

Unity in Diversity

Compromise instead of Conflict

Conformity to a new consciousness where all is One.

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You could compare the above to the taste of Sweet & Sour

Because even though they taste differently

They go so damn well together!!!

Copyright 2015

All Rights Reserved

Smile

I smile a little when I think of you

I smile a little more when I hear your voice

My entire being smiles when I see your face

And yes, sweetheart, it’s all by choice

You can choose to be happy and you can choose to be sad

It’s always your decision the outcome

So I decided that the sunshine you bring to my life

Would be expressed by a mere smile filled with love

The twinkle in your eye or when you raise that one eyebrow

Just makes me smile even more

The best part of this encounter of smiles

Is that my smile is always met by yours

Chapter 1 - Jacqueline

At five foot six and 110 pounds, 16-year old Jacqueline was a fun loving girl. She was a novice at the game of love. She had the typical childhood in the beginning, and her teenage years were uneventful as far as scandal would be defined. She lived in a nice neighborhood with her mother and younger brother and enjoyed a great relationship with her grandmother. Her parents had divorced five years earlier due to some infidelity on her father’s part which she didn’t fully understand. The fact that her father didn’t live in the home, however, did not adversely affect her at all. She had a good relationship with her father. Some would even say that Jackie was a little spoiled. She was shielded from the things in life that might cause her harm. This is a good thing, but in hindsight, a parent has to question if preventing a child from seeing both sides of the world is a good thing or not. Jackie’s mom decided to show her the good side of the world; understandably, this would increase her chances of having a happy childhood, which is exactly what she had.

Hello, I am Jacqueline Thompson and this is my story. The neighborhood in which I grew up was great. It consisted of nine main families; these are the Haven Street Family Peeps, as I affectionately call them. There were roughly five static families and then my family, who lived on the next block, but was included in the main family category. The main families’ children ran Haven Street as if it were a secret society. The static families may or may not have had children on Haven, who may or may not have participated in the fun and games, but the adult members were given their due respect when appropriate. There were no disrespectful comments or exchanges between the children and the parents of Haven. If you lived on Haven and were an adult, you had the right to enforce parental laws upon the children who lived on the street. This unwritten law made for the upbringing of some really great neighborhood friends. I had really good friends when I was growing up.

Dee was a year younger than me and lived on Haven, making her a part of the main families. Our mothers were best friends as well, and so overnight sleepovers were a given without much pressure to earn our mothers’ permission. Most times we would just tell one mother that the other mother said it was okay for one of us to spend the night and neither mother would verify the information. It was always an easy sleepover request.

Marcia lived on the next street. Her and her mother had actually walked around the block and met my mother and me while we were outside in the front yard. The two mothers talked and got acquainted as Marcia and I played. Her family had just moved to their home around the corner and decided to venture throughout the neighborhood. Luckily they walked over to Haven Street and met us. Marcia became one of my best friends on that day.

Then there was adventurous Sahara, who I met in middle school. Sahara and I became friends because of Sahara’s intellect. I didn’t usually hang around with individuals who weren’t as smart as I was and Sahara’s intelligence exceeded my own. Sahara was actually moved up a grade and that is how she even ended up crossing my path. I was always looking for knowledge in some avenue of my life when picking friends.

Lastly was Nina Black. She and I had become friends in middle school. We just sort of became friends. Nina was a free spirit. She was fun and we just got along really great. She was the life of the party, always saying the funniest things that made me laugh. She could always make me laugh.

In Dee I found a second family; in Marcia, I found the sister I longed for without having to share my own parents and grandparents; in Sahara, I found intellect and adventure and in Nina, there would never be a dull moment. Yes, each of my friends served some brain stimulation for me and everyone had a part to play in my world. No one was allowed to just hang around to pick up any misdirected attention intended for me. Each of my friends had her own unique and wonderfully fantastic something special. This was and will always be my way of selecting those I choose to call my friend. Friend is a label that I do not use casually. A person must have earned that designation with me. My only downfall is that I am convinced everyone thinks the same way I do when it comes to friendships; so, when others don’t take it to heart or as seriously as I do, I am deeply hurt.

This same prerequisite holds true when I am romantically interested in a person. It can be a crush or it can be a fling or it can be the most serious of relationships; I take them all to heart and I give my entire heart. When it’s over, I go to sleep, wake up and I act as if nothing is wrong and go on about my day. Will I always be that way when I deal with relationships? Is it a wise defense mechanism to be able to do that without venting by crying or breaking something? No, I have to put on the mask and pretend like everything is great and continue with my fun loving ways.

I have a good relationship with my parents. My dad works for a major rubber company. He and my mother are divorced, but are still friends. Right after the divorce, there was a little bit of drama going on between the two of them, which explained why my dad was not usually home when we all lived together. I always thought it was due to my dad having to work nights, but I would later learn the real reason and watch as my household lost one of its members. The fact that my parents remain friends works for me because there is no stress about having to please one or hurt the other. When I do see my daddy, we talk and joke around with one another. He and I talk about traveling and things like that. He is the traveler. I am always going to be Daddy’s Little Girl.

My mom works for a major retailer and is a constant presence in my life. I am able to share movies and traditions with my mom, like watching all of the Christmas cartoons each year or watching The Wizard of Oz or Miracle on 34th Street every time those movies come on. My younger brother and I (we are seven years apart) record ourselves singing, play jacks or he would just tag along with me when I went places.

By the time I was in high school, I was already making plans to move away with my friends to Georgia and live in a brownstone, dreaming like all children do of a far-away life, full of unseen wonders. My senior year was on the verge of beginning towards the end of my junior year. This was the greatest time for me. I ended my junior year with high expectations. I was smart so I wasn’t worried about whether or not I was going to graduate. My plan was to have the best year of my life my senior year that I possibly could. I have good friends and lots of laughter.

Marcia and I created a little ritual where we went around getting hugs from the cute boys. Hugs are great! Of course I had crushes in high school. I know them to be crushes now, but at the time they were happening, I could promise you that I was in love. My first stint at ‘boyfriends’ actually began the last month of my junior year in high school.

I met an underclassman named Maurice. Maurice was tall, slender and cute, with a beautiful smile that he always gave me when he saw me. Maurice and I began a relationship right after one of those ritual hug events that Marcia and I held. It continued with him coming over to my house to hang out. In these visits, hanging out would merely consist of sitting in the kitchen or living room listening to music or watching television. It was all innocent most times. Of course Maurice had it in his mind that he and I should become intimate. His first attempt at making me become comfortable with anything more than a kiss or hug was the evening he decided he wanted me to touch a part of his body.

Jackie, we have been hanging out for quite a while now, I think we should have sex if you love me Maurice said one night totally out of the blue.

What? I answered slowly and in shock.

I was wondering to myself where in the world did this line of conversation come from. He and I had never really talked about anything more than what we were doing. And in my opinion, right now we weren’t really discussing it, he was telling me what he wanted to do or what he thought we should do since we had been talking to each other over a month.

I’m not ready for that Maurice I continued.

It’s cool, Jackie, I know you need to be eased into this concept. Let’s start with you touching me, here give me your hand he said trying to sound gentle.

What? I don’t want to touch you there. I said

Why Jackie, I love you, I don’t understand why you won’t show me that you love me too he said

Because my touching you isn’t going to prove to you that I love you. I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you Maurice I said somewhat offended, but actually appalled of the thought of touching him there.

There was silence and he conceded. We continued watching television, but I could tell that he was disappointed. I stood firm though because I truly didn’t want to do that.

Maurice and I had other conversations that would borderline on serious, but it was still not quite a true relationship between us so hugging and kissing was enough affection in my mind. Maurice genuinely cared about me. We never again spoke about my touching him there again or sex. Our romance lasted mostly throughout the summer prior to senior year. I received some negative comments from the seniors in my class about dating an underclassman, and I’m sure it was somewhat of a status thing for Maurice. I was an upperclassman; he was not. I was not immune to the dramas of high schoolers’ tendency to judge. Our relationship didn’t last that long. We broke up when I went to one of the senior functions called Midnight movies. I was a strong willed woman (thanks to my grandmother and mother’s ways) and not used to someone telling me or insinuating or hinting around subjects. Maurice didn’t want me to go to the first Midnight movie because he could not attend. He couldn’t attend because he was not a senior and this event was for seniors only. The thought never occurred to me that he would be upset about me attending this senior event. I told him all about it and how excited I was that I was going and how unhappy I was that he couldn’t attend.

Maurice, the first Midnight movie is this Saturday and I’m going with my girls. This is going to be so fun. I’m sorry that you cannot go also, but you know the rules I laughed.

It’s cool, Jackie, just call me when you get home and we can talk about the movie, Maurice responded with the same voice he always had when he spoke to me.

I thought nothing more of the conversation. Apparently, Maurice thought about our conversation and the Midnight movie as well. The night the event was to take place my bedroom phone rang.

Hello, oh, hey I’m getting ready for the movie, what are you up to? I said in an excitable voice.

To my surprise, this is the response I received from Maurice, my underclassman boyfriend who was not allowed to attend the movie.

Jackie, I don’t want you to go. You can do what you want to do, but know this, if you go to the Midnight movie you can think about us and what might have been, but if you don’t go you can think about us and what is yet to be Maurice said in the most sincerest voice.

I said nothing at first because while that was very poetic, it ticked me off.

Well Maurice, I guess I’ll be thinking about what could have been because I’m going to my senior Midnight movie event I responded.

I hung up the telephone very upset with what had just transpired. I went to the movie and had a fantastic time, but as soon as I got home I wanted to call him, but he lived with his parents and did not have his own private line like I did so I couldn’t call him. I wanted to curse him out, and I don’t even curse. He must have been thinking the same thing because my phone rang about 3 o’clock in the morning.

Hello? I answered somehow knowing it was him.

I guess you went to the movie? He asked.

"Yes, Maurice I did, and I don’t’ think