His Four Words

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His Four Words

By: Pia Marie

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about him. But am I being fair to myself? Doesn’t really matter now. I already know the fact that guys like that could and would never date girls like me. We belong to different worlds. We might be of the same race but not of the same crowd, and to some people, that really matters. I noticed that in the world today, it doesn’t really matter if two people like each other anymore when they are of different walks of life. Romeo and Juliet might be sweet, but in the real world, it dispersed into thin air. No, I’m not talking about the difference of the rich and the poor. I’m a teenager and boundaries begin with, as I’ve mentioned, the crowd you hang out with.

You see, I’m not sure which crowd I belong to. I hang out with my 4 girlfriends and we dress in cute little outfits as we strut our stuff in the malls. Sometimes we go versatile and dress in different styles. Like any other normal teenage girls, we drool over tall, handsome, white guys that we see whenever we go out. Love is something we talk about all the time. But honestly, I’ve never really been in love. Up until I met him. Yes, him… No, there were no fireworks and I didn’t hear Jim Brickman play a romantic tune in my mind when I first met him. No, it wasn’t also love at first sight. We just met in this little house party hosted by my guy cousin which I wasn’t supposed to attend. You see, there were two parties that night and I really wanted to go to the other one, but me and my friends had no ride for it was held in someplace kind of far. We had no choice so we decided to just go to my cousin’s party instead. They say it must be fate. I say, maybe we’re just soulmates. Yes, I do believe in such a thing. I’m a little bit of a believer you know, I believe in destiny, kismet, luck and all others. But not when it’s a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of Will Shakespeare, but based on what I see with the world today, well, that makes me a bit cynical. Yes, I know it’s a little bit of a clash with my whole believer attitude but who cares.

Anyway, you want to know about “him” right? Well, I don’t want to mention his name yet. But rude was the only word to describe him when we first met. Though who would have known that a rude first impression would lead to something special? I guess that’s just one of the wonders of being alive. Going back to the first time we met, I didn’t have to gasp for air the first sight of him. He had the looks but not the looks I used to look for in a guy. And of course, I wasn’t interested because he belonged to this some kind of “hip-hop” group that me and my intimate circle of friends didn’t belong to.

My cousin introduced us to each other because he thought we might mesh. We didn’t. He offered me a beer when I don’t drink, offered me a pack of cigarettes when I’m an anti-smoking individual. I know he was trying to be nice at first, but after I refused the beer and the cigarette, he started telling me that I was a goody-toe-shoes. I hate to be called that because I’m not. I just have my mind set on a few things I don’t plan to engage in which includes smoking and drinking but he doesn’t seem to understand. I tried to change the topic,  but the conversation was going nowhere. All he wanted to talk about was hip-hop music as if I could relate. Then he was really pissing me off with the smoke from his cigarettes that’s going directly by my face. I searched around for my 4 other friends, they were nowhere in sight. Probably dancing by the pool. So I suggested that we talk by the pool, but he told me to go alone if I wanted to for he was already feeling comfortable in the sofa. Talk about a real opposite of a gentleman. After I left him in the sofa that night, I never saw him again… for about 2 weeks.

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It was a rainy afternoon and I was driving my car heading for home. When I stopped because the traffic light turned red, I noticed that there were 2 guys out in the rain so I opened my window. There he was, with his other friend soaking with rainwater. I had the heart, so I tried to call them and offered them a ride. They gladly took the offer and went inside my car, in return, soaking my car seats. His friend asked to be dropped off in this convenient store that was on the way. After we dropped ...

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