Never Have I Ever

Chapter 11

     As I wake up the next morning for school, I get out of bed and head straight to the bathroom to start my morning routine, and usually while I do my morning routine I check my socials as most kids my age do. This usually consists of a usual order of Twitter first for local news and things, Instagram second for pictures and videos, Snap-chat third and Facebook last. Facebook is usually last because its never really anything exciting going on there but idiots arguing about religion or sports and random family members playing fake with each other for strangers approval, never too much in-between that. 

    I move from twitter and see a little red notification from my Instagram account, and as I open the app I can see its another DM and this time for sure its another scammer but nope... you guessed it, its Chevon. I open the message to see he's left his number with the message "text me sometime" and all I could think was oh great, there goes my anxiety again but even while being flushed with the "what ifs" again I couldn't help to blush a bit... like wow maybe he does like me. and maybe I'm not delusional after all.... well only maybe. 

     As I finish my routine in the bathroom I then go to pick out an outfit for school but before I make it to the closet, I decide to go ahead and send him a text to at least let him have my number as well. I send a short lil message nothing too major, just a cute little "hey its Deon" and left it at that. Not even wanting to see his response right away, I put my phone face down on the bed and start searching for my outfit for school and continue getting dressed. After I was almost completely ready I remember that I had sent the message and checking my phone just hoping I had ignored my phone long enough for him to have responded back, boy was I wrong. I sent my message at 6:50am and its now 7:30am and still...nothing. In my head I didn't want to think too much into it cause it is still very early and he honestly might just be sleep so I gather my bags and stuff and head to school. 

      I got to second period around 9:10 am but class doesn't start for another 5 mins. I check my notifications on my phone and see that he finally responded telling me he had been sleep and was just getting up for work. 

DUH DEON!

    Of course he was getting ready for work, I forgot he's not in high school so he's not gonna be up when I am. I text him back pretty quickly and tell him "I'm in class" and that its getting ready to start soon and cant be on my phone while I'm in class"  to which he replies, "aw shit my bad, I didn't know you were in college, my fault" and I stopped for a second and realized..... he thinks I'm his age.... oh shit. For a split second I thought about going along with it but then figured I'm not a good liar....like at all... and I will eventually mess up and tell him I'm in high school at some point or another still so might as well pull the band-aid off now while I have the opportunity. 

"Im actually in high school lol" 

     I sent back and he reads it.....no response. And I can clearly see that he read it because his read receipts are on, so I decided to send another message because maybe it was an accident and he just happened to leave his phone open. 

"Is that a problem for you?" 

       I double texted. Now I'll be first to say I don't usually double text, something about it always seemed so... thirsty...and I just refused to be seen like that unless it was important... and in this moment, it was. And to no surprise he read my message again ......no response. At this moment I'm started to overthink things, cause what else would I do in a moment like this? Like... Is he reading my messages on purpose or is his phone just open? 

     I couldn't allow myself to think about it for too long because class had started so I simply slid my phone in my back pack and just said I wouldn't check again until after class. So that's exactly what I did....for the rest of the day. The entire school day had went by and I had heard nothing from him since earlier that morning and I'm not going to lie, my gut was starting to sink into my ass. 

Did I fuck up by being honest? 

Should I have just lied? 

     But then I realized...lying wasn't gonna get me anywhere either, so there really was no point in even beating myself up about how he could have or would have reacted to the truth. He needed to know. And honestly it just a misunderstanding on both ends if anything but its kind of an ego booster, cause like..... He thinks I'm mature, that's good.... right ? 

    As I finally make it back off the bus and into my house, I check my phone to see Chevon has finally texted me back. The text should of been a sigh of relief but even with out looking at the message and what it says I'm still a ball of nerves. 

"My bad lil buddy, work was backed up, and nah its not a problem for me, I'm just tryna be friends with you that's all. Aint 2 much to it."  He had replied.

      And honestly I finally had my "sigh of relief" although, deep down inside I was little disappointed, I mean I get it, but all he wants to be is... friends? Nothing more than that? But alas I brush my feelings away for the moment and respond back like I hadn't been hoping and pining for his attention like a stray dog needing food. 

"Aww okay cool cool"  I reply trying to act unbothered. 

      We then spend the next few hours just playing a very unorganized version of 20 Questions, and I honestly can say I was enjoying it. It wasn't too in-depth or anything like that, just the basics of "what's your favorite food" "last concert you went to" and things along the lines of. We would go back and forth for a while before I realize its already 6:30PM and I haven't even touched my homework. So I tell Chevon that I have to dip off for minute but ill probably text him back in couple hours. He then responds with, "What you doin around 8?"

And before I could even think of a proper response something in me types out, "I don't know, what's up?" 

      And as soon as the message says delivered all I could think of what he could possibly say next. I mean.... he can't say anything too crazy because he knows I'm a high-school student and a minor so isn't like we could get away with much on school night. In the middle of my pondering I hear my phone vibrate and its his reply. 

"Wanted to stop by before were both in for the night, maybe we could smoke and chill in my car for a lil min? " he replied. "My bad do you even smoke lol?"  he sent next. 

      Did I smoke ? No. I had plenty of friends who did at my age but I didn't mainly because for one, I was an asthmatic so I was too scared of DYING, (dramatic I know). And for two, I never really felt the need to, like it just didn't seem like it was all that fun to me. All that being said, was I gonna tell him I didn't ? absolutely not. 

"Yea I smoke lol. and we can chill for all minute I guess" I reply back. 

At this point, I'm too excited to contain myself but I have to remember were hanging out as friends. 

Strictly Friends