Before you start reading this lovely piece I put together, I just want to inform my readers that there are two versions to this story, one where I’m giving my point my view about how I felt in the reality of the situation at the time and one that gives my perspective today.
I knew eventually boys would start liking me because of my looks, style, personality, and aura. As I started to get older, my features started to change, like my body, skin, attitude, habits, and mindset. My parents taught me everything I needed to know starting from when I was young to now. Even though I’m still learning about life and people, I’m happy I’ve experienced the good and bad that came with people and life itself.
Although I’m 17 years old and just a junior in high school who’s still experiencing being one kid among other kids in school, I still feel like life is growing on me so much that I don’t enjoy doing anything fun with anyone any more, especially with how prevalent violence and disloyalty is. Me putting my trust in this one boy I liked made me realize that I should guard my heart more and really visualize the truth behind a person.
Me and this boy named Dre, who was a tall, light skin boy with curly hair, had never talked in middle school. Dre was always the type of boy who never talked to anybody or made many friends because of how nonchalant he was towards everyone. I never expected Dre to ever talk to me…until freshman year.
It was our first day of school and we both looked shocked by how many kids were just standing outside and waiting to go into the school. Dre came up to me and told me that he liked my shoes and he wanted to know where I got them from. I told him my dad bought them for me for my birthday. He smiled at me and told me that he had wanted the shoes for a while, but his parents never got them for him because of his grades in school. In my head I was telling myself that this boy is obviously flirting with me – he was smiling real, and one thing my mom taught me was to observe a person to determine if they really like you or not. I could’ve been wrong, though, because this boy NEVER talked me before and I was hella nervous to even stand next to him. I asked him what classes he had and he told me English, math, gym, biology, Tiger Learning Lab, health, and, lastly, history.
Luckily, I had two classes with him, gym and history. He was newer to the way the school ran because he didn’t show up to orientation. He didn’t know how the school was laid out or where to go for his classes. And since he didn’t have friends or anyone else to talk to besides me, I pretty much became his first friend on the first day of school. This was surprising because this boy was so popular since – every boy in the school wanted to be his friend and every girl wanted to be with him because of how cute and fine he was.
Me and him walked together inside the school and he held the door open for me, which low-key shocked me for a second, but I kept it cool and moving. We headed to our lockers, which were right across from each other. This coincidence shocked me and him. As I went to my locker, I looked behind me and heard him laughing. I walked over to see and what was so funny was that he couldn’t open his locker even though he knew his combination code. We called for the security guard Stacy to help him so we wouldn’t be late to class. After she showed us how to open our lockers, we put our things in and headed to class. Right before we got to the classroom door, he shockingly asked for my number so he could text me during class. I gave it to him. We dabbed each other up and agreed that “We both gon have a good day in our classes whether it’s a good or bad day and hit the line if anything happens” and went our separate ways.
I walked away geeked as I’ve ever been because I got this boy’s number after every other girl in this school tried and failed, but once again I kept it cool. I swear I wish ya’ll were there to see what I saw because, MAN, this boy was so fine and he smelled SO FREAKING GOOD. We both ended up going to class and as I’m listening to everyone getting to know each other in class, even the teachers, I’m bored already. I put my head down. Eventually, I got a text from Dre saying, “Yooooo, I’m bored as freak and these teachers are talking too much,” and I replied back saying, “Brooo, same, like I just put my head down”. We then started texting back and forth.
The day started going by fast and we caught up with each other in lunch, talking about how our classes were going so far and how we were ready to go home. We then agreed to walk home together after school since it was nice outside.
Once the day ended and school was over, me and him dabbed each other up with the biggest smile on our faces. Something was different about the way he looked at me all of a sudden. He also dabbed me a little longer than usual. I didn’t want to think much of it because I looked at him as a homie, even though ya’ll know I’m lying.
Me and Dre were ready to go with our backpacks on. We walked out of the school together with everyone looking at us, which had me confused because in my head I was wondering what everyone was looking at. Then it crossed my mind – they were looking because the kids who went to our middle school knew that Dre was nonchalant with them. Me and him both laughed about it and kept moving.
Right after we laughed about the looks from our peers, he placed his arms around me. I immediately felt the butterflies grow in my stomach. So is this a sign that he likes me, or am I overthinking it? But, hey, I guess we’ll find out together in the next the chapter.
