Entry II
Just Friends
Naturally, I was skeptical about talking to Terrell. It’s not that I had let Emily’s words of advice scare me, I just didn’t want to have to deal with the immature mind games of another guy who just wanted to have sex with me.
Nevertheless, I had let Terrell entertain me with conversation as we sent text messages back and forth to each other the next night around ten. At first, I kept conversation casual, asking him about his classes and schoolwork. Soon, Terrell switched gears and inquired about my “single” status. I knew this was sure to come, but I at least thought he would wait until our next conversation. I hesitated before sending him a response. Finally, I wrote: I’m single...and that’s just the way it is right now.
He continued on with the personal questions, requesting about where I was from, my hometown, and where in New Jersey it was that I grew up. I shared with him proudly that I was from a small town in north Jersey, which some consider the “ghetto”, knowing he was from a suburban town in Pennsylvania out in west-bubblefuck somewhere. In his book, I had earned major brownie points for ‘having some hood in me’ because it proved that I had heart.
Then he dropped the bomb...
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