Chapter Six

Angela
"Are you going to call or what?"
I held the number in one hand and my cell phone in the other. A week had past and I still hadn't called him.
"I don't know. What if it's the wrong number?"
"You won't know unless you call."
She grabbed the number and my phone.
"No Meech. Don't. I'm serious.
I ran after her.
"I'm serious too. He wouldn't have given it to you if he didn't want you to call."
I did want to know if it was the right number so I stood over her as she dialed.
"It's ringing, she said. "May I speak to Anthony? This is Angela."
She hands me the phone but I'm so nervous I drop it.
"Hello," I said.
"What was that?"
"I dropped my phone. Are you busy?"
"No I was actually in bed. We had a long day."
I glanced at the clock. It was after eleven.
"I didn't mean to call you so late."
"No, I'm glad you did. I want to see you again maybe take you out to dinner or something. If that's alright?"
"Sure I don't mind."
"Is this your number?"
"Yes."
"Okay I'll call you."
"Okay."
"So what happened?" Meech asked when I hung up.
I told her what he said. She looked like she was having spasms the way she was jumping around.
"My girl got a date with a celebrity."
"Don't get all excited it's just a date. I may not even like him."

I was on my lunch break at the Cheesecake Factory when Anthony called. He wanted to know if I could go out tomorrow for dinner. After I accepted and gave him my address I called Meech.
"Meech he wants to go out tomorrow. What am I going to do? I don't have anything to wear and my hair, what am I going to do with my hair?"
I was a jean and t-shirt kind of girl who wore her hair in a ponytail all the time.
If I was feeling good I'd pull out some bangs or throw some curls in my ponytail but that was rare. I didn't even own a dress. Whenever we'd go out I'd wear Meech's clothes.
"Just calm down. I got you. I'll put something together for you and I'll fix your hair. Don't worry."

Dinner started off slow. Neither of us had much to say. But when the champagne came so did the conversation. I told him about growing up in Frisco and he told me about his life growing up. I was dying with laughter as he told me about the things he'd to to his brothers when they were younger.
"I had a good time maybe next time we can go dancing," he told me.
NEXT TIME? He wanted another date? I couldn't believe it.
When I got home Meech was up waiting on the 411 and I was ready to give it.
"Girl he was such a gentleman."
"Did you get a kiss?"
"A peck."
"No tongue?"
"I'm not you."
"Well he better be glad for that."
"You such a ho."
"Well I try."
We both laugh.

We had been talking for about four months. I really didn't think of us as boyfriend/girlfriend but he calls me whenever he can and when he's home he makes sure he visits. Everything was good until I saw a side of him that terrified me.