Chapter Twelve

Angela
I sat on my bed looking in the closet wondering what I was going to wear. I don't know why I always let Meech talk me into things. She met these guys from UCLA and told them we'd meet them at the club tonight. I was kind of tired of having my pity party so I told her I'd go out with her.
"He better be worth all this," I joked.
The guy I was meeting was Clint. What kind of name was Clint I thought. He was okay looking had a nice body from what I could see through his shirt but I was turned off when he smiled showing a gap between his teeth. I'm not superficial or anything but I like what I like and I dislike what I dislike and I definitely wasn't feeling his teeth. We danced to a few songs and I was getting tired. I was about to tell him I wanted to sit down but Sean Paul and Estelle's Come Over came on. I began to whine up dey boy.
"Ooh yeah," he said trying to follow my movement.
I could tell this dance was exciting him by the look in his eyes. He must've thought this was an invitation for sex.
He tried to put his hand on my butt.
Slow down perv this is only a dance.
"I don't know you like that," I said.
"Sorry I just got caught up in the moment."
After the dance we found a place to sit.
He told me about school and his job. I tried to act interested but I kept zoning in and out while he talked not that he wasn't interesting he just wasn't who I wanted to be here with.
"Did you hear me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry what did you say?"
"I asked if you wanted a drink."
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"That you are," he said showing his gap.
Ugh, I felt sick.
While he was getting his drink I looked on the dance floor and Meech was having a ball. I wished I could be more like her. When a guy treats her like shxt she just moves on to the next one but me I have to fall all in love and end up hurt.
Just then my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen. I wanted so much to answer it but I didn't. He's called non stop the past few weeks letting me know how sorry he is and what can he do to make things right between us again. It made me feel good to know he was thinking about me. I smiled when I thought about the message he left last week.

"Ang I know you hate me and I know I put you through a lot but I want to sing this song for you. This is how I feel about us.
I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears
But I'm scared of
I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair
But I'm scared of
Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task
Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?
Why do we love, love
When love seems to hate us?
Sorry if I sound so filled with gloom
You say you care and I know you do
But this is from my experience
And my conclusion only makes sense
Just cause I love you and you love me
It doesn't mean that we're meant to be
I climb mountains swim cross the seas
But the most frightening thing is you and me
I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears
But I'm scared of
I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair
But I'm scared of
Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task
Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?
Why do we love, love
When love seems to hate us?"
I saved that message.


Meech and her date walked over.
"Hey girl, where's Clint?" she asked out of breath from dancing.
"He went to get a drink."
"Come with me to the bathroom."
"So what do you think about Clint?" she asked when we we're in the restroom.
"He's okay I just don't like the way he looks at me.
"Girl stop it," she said then looked at me with a devilish look in her eyes.
"What?"
"I invited Jay over."
"No Meech, this guy is already looking at me like I'm naked I do not want him to know where I live."
"Come on, he's not like that."
"You don't even know them."
"Please Ang for me," she said giving pouty lips.
"You better be glad I love you and he better not try anything."