Goodmorning was all I sent to him. By now we'd gotten into the habit of texting one another goodmorning and goodnight consistently. Each day after I'd send that text I'd start to blush. I really liked this dude and I didn't know why. Was it because of all the benefits that he had to offer? The conversation? Whatever it was I was here for it. Not even two minutes passed and my phone was vibrating. It was him. He sent a simple goodmorning text back. It wasn't much but it was enough for me. We'd only been "talking" for a couple of weeks now and everything felt so right. So normal. We weren't moving too fast and we damn sure wasn't moving slow. So why wasn't I his girlfriend yet? I was nervous to be upfront about it but fuck it. I was ready to call him MY MAN without hesitation. "When you gonna make me your girl...?" This would damn sure be the text that changed my life. After 5 minutes of Him not responding my mind started to wonder. Wonder hard as f*ck. I knew for sure he wasn't doing anything because just yesterday he didn't have anything planned. Or at least that's what he told me. It was 10:45 on a Tuesday so unless he went back to sleep he wasn't responding for a reason. Hate came across my face and so did regret. Why the f*ck did I just text this dude this sh*t. Damn. I think I f*cked up something good. Whatever I thought it's too late now. As I was making my way out of my bed my phone started vibrating... I was excited to say the least. It was a text from him, as I was about to unlock my screen another text from him came in followed by two more text. I stopped typing in my password and started thinking the worst. In a matter of 45 seconds he'd managed to send me 4 text. Was he cursing me out? Was he calling what we "had" quits? I didn't know and I damn sure didn't wanna find out. I put my phone back on my bed and got up. It was then that my phone rang instead of vibrated so I knew I was getting a call. It's early as hell so whoever was calling me better be calling to change my life. It was him. But we'd never talked on the phone so what did he want? Who knew. I slid the screen up instead of to the right and simply texted "can't talk right now kinda busy". Instead of tossing my phone on my bed, I put it in the pocket of the shorts I had worn to bed the night before. Zzzz. My phone was vibrating again. Who the f*ck is this? I was seriously getting irritated and I didn't know why. Maybe it was because this lame ass dude probably rejected me. But I didn't think he was lame when we were talking. Whatever I thought. I didn't even look at my phone as I walked to the bathroom in my moms cramped ass apartment. We'd lived here my whole life and this little ass space was all I knew, but it was what my mom could afford. She was a single mother because we lost my dad when I was younger. He was shot for mistaken identity. I always told myself I would avenge his death one way or another and I meant that. I was the only child so my mom was like my best friend. I would try and get jobs here and there to help out but she wanted me to focus on school and myself. She didn't want me to have to depend on a 9-5 like she had to. I always joked around and said I would get an 8-4, my mom always rebuttled like all that's the same shit. I don't want you working and that's that. She never let me joke around with her but I appreciated my mom for whatever she did and didn't do. She was literally my mother and my father. I would make sure in a couple of years or less she was living comfortable at the hands of me. Making my way to the bathroom My Phone started to vibrate again Zzz... Zzz... Zzz. Three f*cking text. Wow. Who the f*ck was continuously texting me. It had to be him. After I'd put the toothpaste on my toothbrush I finally took my phone out my pocket. I had 7 unread text from him and 1 missed call. Is this what rejection looked like? Shit.
