Part 1:

Clyde: Ard bet. Give me a half.

Me: Okay babe.

Clyde and I have been messing around for some time now and as much as I dont want to admit it, I think I really
like him. And I mean really like him. Hell be going off to school soon so Im kind of not really wanting to express my
feelings to him because I know Ill just end up being played. When he leaves off for school, Ill just be another one of his
girls thrown off to the side. But right now, I dont even care. As I prepared for Clydes arrival, I wanted my outfit to be
revealing but not too revealing. Im not stupid enough to finally sleep with him before he goes to school
(fortunately/unfortunately). But I wanted him to know theres a bad girl in me anticipating his act right (no pun intended).
I put on my skin tight ripped jeans, that are horribly ripped but extremely cute. My shirt was purposely made to hang off
the shoulder, both if I wanted it too (in which I did) and it was cropped to show a little of my midriff. I brushed my sleek
straight hair to the side as I sang along to Ashantis song baby. I glossed my lips up and sprayed my favorite perfume,
the one he picked out actually. My phone goes off and its Clyde saying hes here. Im impatiently looking out of the
peephole of my apartment door waiting to see him and all I can think is, Damn! Howd he get me like this? Finally, his
chocolate body appears in front of my eye, the peephole made his chest stand out. The tattoos on his nice worked-out
arms, made me say Damn as I fell into the door while unlocking it. I was so happy to see him, as I hugged him tightly; I
think he knew.
We sat on the couch to catch up, and as we were sitting there I felt a disconnection from him, which allowed me to
playback some things in my mind. Starting with two days ago when it was my first time seeing him since he acted a fool
back in like April, its now the beginning of August. We shared irresistible moments at his car, laughs and a few I missed
you. The next day, he tweeted things like #NationalGirlfriendDay I dont have a girl but I got one Im feeling. I asked
him about it, even sent him the twitter @ names of the girls I found in his favorites that could be who hes talking about.
He denied the names I sent and playfully wouldnt tell me. So, of course I started thinking he was talking about me. But as
he sits here in front of me right now, super disconnected; I know that theres really someone else.
Swallowing that pill of realization, I said to myself okay self, its time to start fishing. So I say to him,
Ya new girlfriend wont mind you sitting here with ya shirt off would she?
I dont have a girlfr-
Okay well the new girl youre supposedly feeling. I said completely cutting him off.
Im single.
Well who is this new girl your feeling? Does she go to your school? Why cant you just tell me?
I dont know anybody at my school. Why you still tryna talk about that?
Cause I thought we was better than that, but thats fine I guess I just wont know.
I stared straight looking at SpongeBob, eyes squinted as I used my tongue to clean out my back tooth; leaving my mouth
formed in an O shape. I was slouched in my seat with my arms folded and in the corner of my eye, I could see him
smiling at me. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. Hoping at any moment he would say Yo why you trippin? I was
talking about you. But he didnt and Im kind of pissed. I went into my bag to pull out the letter I wrote for him,
expressing my concern about him forgetting about me when hes in school and how I really feel for him. I wrote it
Monday morning, thinking I would see him that night so I could read it to him. But I didnt see him that night due to a
miscommunication we had that now seems a little fishy.
Here, I wrote this for you yesterday morning. Dont laugh at my homemade envelope it might fall apart when you open
it. Smiling as I handed it him.

He reached for it with a smile, curiosity written all over his face. This is handwritten? he asked. I said yup and we
both just looked at each other.
Dont laugh at it.
Nah, its homemade which means you put thought into it and came from the heart. Come give me a hug, thank you. I slid
over on the couch to hug him. Feeling all warm, fuzzy and appreciated. But you know I had to fish. I said, I wrote this
hours before I saw that tweet about this new girl. He just sucked his teeth and asked if he could open it now or should he
wait. I basically told him to wait and he sat with anticipation, wanting to know what was in this letter. As we sat there, our
connection was still off, he didnt have much to say. I even asked him for a kiss and he said you want a kiss? as he
looked down at his phone. I said Yes. I was pulling onto his arm and he didnt even budge, he looked at his phone then
me, as I said wow, okay. We sit there and watched Victorious on Teen Nick. A few laughs but other than that he had
nothing to say. We were so silent.
I went to go walk him to his car. As were going to the car, I see my dads creepy old ass neighbor pulling up. He seen me
and Clyde outside, hugged up the other day and he made sure he made his way into my eye sight so he could wave hi.
While I was hugging Clyde, I waved back and he walked off with a face that had me a little concerned. Now today, he
comes and parks one car away from Clydes. While Im informing Clyde about how creepy I think he is, my neighbor
pulls out of his parking spot and goes to park across at another parking lot to get a clear view of Clyde and I, it seems. It
was the creepiest thing ever. Clyde and I hugged each other bye and I walked into my complex to get ready for work.

I got to work with 20 extra minutes to chill before I clocked in. As Im scrolling through twitter, Clyde tweeted My
WCW the shit, I was thinking in my head Nigga its Tuesday as I rolled my eyes. Next thing I know, a text comes
through on my phone from him saying,
Thank you for that nice cute long letter. I really appreciate it idk y u wait until
I leave to say allat but I respect it and I respect u as a person I wont forget
about u.

Although, I dont know what I expected him to say. I didnt like that response and I wasnt going to respond. But I gave in
and only sent him a heart back. I started to dissect the text before I clocked in. The whole I respect you as a person, told
me everything I needed to know. At this point, I was just waiting to get off so I can find out who this girl is.