“I hear you’re getting your ass whooped everyday…”

“I hear you’re getting your ass whooped everyday…”
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Another dating story from high school just crossed my mind. I met this young man one morning before school started.

I had seen him before, plenty of times. I would notice him staring at me while I was riding the #17 bus to school. He never said anything, he just watched as my friends and I laughed and talked and hung out with our other friends.

One morning, I saw him staring at me rather intensely so when the bus arrived at school I hopped off quickly and picked up my step. He quickened his pace as well so I turned the corner and took a different route to my locker hoping to shake him.

It didn’t work. Before I reached my locker I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and he said something like, “Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?”

He introduced himself and told me that he had seen me around and liked what he saw. I wasn’t impressed.

“What is it that you DO, around here?” I asked him.

“I’m on the football team.”

Ugh. I have never been attracted to athletes. They’re too aggressive.

“Is it okay for me to give you my number and maybe you can call me later?” he asked.

Hmm. Well, I had just gotten off of punishment so I could officially talk on the phone again and, he wasn’t bad looking. He reminded me of LL Cool J in his younger days.

“Alright,” I said and he wrote his number down.

When I called him he confessed that he had a crush on me for a long time. We talked and laughed and the next morning he was outside standing on my bus stop so we could ride the bus together. He had walked from his house to my street and waited for me to come out.

We did end up getting together and the girls at school were talking. “He is so fine, Tee! Oh my gosh!”

Yeah, he was kinda cute but his intelligence was below average. I would spend my lunch hours trying to tutor him and then he’d walk me to the bus stop and we’d ride the bus together.

I remember being happy most days with him. It felt cool to have a tough guy by my side, except, no other guy could talk to me or he’d go ballistic. I saw one underclassman say hello to me and I waved, and then he grabbed that young boy and threw him against the lockers so quickly. I was so embarrassed.

This aggressive behavior didn’t stop there. He usually rode the bus home with me and my friends and if I spent the entire time talking to them instead of him, once we got off the bus, he would scream at me in public and curse at me for ignoring him.

After a while a friend of mine from another high school called to ask what was going on.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“I hear you’re getting your ass whooped everyday by your new boyfriend.”

“That’s not true,” I tried to explain. “He’s not exactly nice but, he’s not hitting me.”

I soon broke up with him because of his temper and he sent his friends to try to talk to me. I relented, meeting him in the school library at lunch because he said he was having problems with his SAT tutoring.

When we sat down he said, “I don’t really need tutoring. I just want another chance with you.”

When I told him NO, he grabbed my book bag and poured out the contents on the table and threw my bag down and walked off.

The next week he had another girlfriend and I saw them walking hand in hand in the hallways.

Last year, I received a friend request on Facebook from a girl I didn’t know. I ignored it and the following day I received a message from her saying that she was K’s cousin and he wanted to speak to me, could I please call him.

I don’t know if it was stupidity or curiosity but I called him and he told me that he had changed and he would love to see me again once he made it back to Miami. I told him NO, that I’m glad he’s fine and I don’t really want to see him again.

Then the phone calls started. He’d call and not say anything. He’d call and then play music and not say anything. To this day he still does it about once a month.

Ugh.

I hope I never see him again. He scares me.

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