gianna gave me her number, and i couldn't stop thinking about it all the way home. while i was on the bus, i gripped my phone in my hand, running my fingers along the perimeter, wondering if i should text her. i highly doubted she would respond, though.
she's made it very clear that she doesn't think very highly of me, and that we wouldn't be best friends anytime soon. the truth is....i like her. i like her a lot, and that feeling grows every single time i see her. even when i got home, i laid on my bed, staring a hole into my phone.
"hey, honey, i'm home!" aunt cece calls from upstairs.
"hi!" i shout back. nothing is said after that, and i find myself dozing off, holding my cell phone close to me all night with the ringer on.
i spoke too soon, though.
for the next few days, gianna and i talked after work everyday, getting to know each other better. i found myself smiling at every text she sent, even laughing out loud at the jokes she would tell, even though they were corny as hell. that's when i knew that i had fallen for gianna king.
