I didn’t see Daisha for the rest of the day. I know it had to be that she was avoiding me because we usually saw each other almost every time we passed class. That was not a good sign; not at all but I told myself that I would do everything I could to make her understand that I was really sorry and that Sierra had tricked me. I sneaked and texted her during class but she didn’t answer back. So right after school, I texted her again.
Daisha, I’m sorry. Sierra was jus tryin 2 start trouble. I do not like her. I like u. u r my girlfriend not sierra.
This time Daisha texted me back. I believe u. 1 of da other cheerleaders told me dat Sierra said she wants 2 b ur girlfriend again. She still likes u n she wants u 2 giv her anotha chance. R u?
“No wa,” I texted Daisha. U my girl not Sierra.
“O is that right?”
“Yeah u my 1 n only. u forgiv me?” I texted.
“I guess so,” she answered back.
Good, cause I like u n only u.
I like u 2 , Daisha texted back.
Boy did that make me feel good. I couldn’t believe I almost let Sierra mess up stuff for me again. But, man, was I glad to hear that Daisha wasn’t mad anymore. From now on I was going to avoid Sierra no matter what. She was not going to have a chance to mess up my life ever again.
Later that afternoon, after we both got home from school, Daisha and I texted back and forth until my fingers were numb and my eyes were heavy as concrete. I went to sleep dreaming that me and Daisha were in college. I dreamed I was playing college ball and me and her were still boyfriend and girlfriend.