by Shawneda
I nodded. Black girls on the volleyball team stuck out. His little sister played well for a sophomore. “She’s good. Great spike. Very controlled.”
“Thanks.” Dante leaned against the locker. “So, you have a date for the dance?”
My heart stopped in my chest. You had to be kidding me. “No. You?”
“I will. If you say yes.” Dante cleared his throat.
I smiled. “I’ll give you an answer as soon as you ask.”
“JeShaun, will you go to the dance with me?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“Cool,” Dante puts his hand in his pocket.
The ninety second warning bell rang. “Shoot, my class is on the other side of the building. I’ll see you later.”
Dante nodded.
I ran down the hall to my class.
“Talk to me.” Breyonna giggled into the phone. “You home from school already?”
I laughed. “No, waiting for the bus. But I had to call and tell you what happened before math. Dante asked me to the Winter formal.”
“Fine, New Jersey?”
I laughed again. “Yes, that Dante. Girl, his breath smelled like spearmint. He stood that close to me by my locker when he asked.”
“Look at you out here cuffing the finest dude in the class.” Breyonna sighed. “Guess, I’ll tell Jacob yes. I didn’t want to go with a date if you didn’t have one.”
I gasped as the bus came down the road. “Jacob with the blue eyes?”
“Yep, he asked me last week.” Breyonna said.
I laughed. “We’re going to have words when I get home. Bus is here. I’ll call you back.”
“Don’t call me. I’ll be at your house when you get there.” Breyonna laughed as the call ended.
“I’ll see you later, JeShaun.” Breyonna gave a quick wave to someone behind me before walking away.
I turned around. “Hi, Dante.”
“Hi, JeShaun.” He held his phone in his hand. “You ran off to class before I got your number.”
I cleared my throat. “Can’t be late. Coach keeps a close eye on our attendance and grades. Not trying to get laps for being in trouble. Sets a bad example for the team.”
“True.” Dante pressed his thumb on the button. He handed me the phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you tonight.”
I accepted the phone.
“After practice.” Dante smiled.
I smiled back. “Cool.”
[This is Dante.] Popped up on my screen at around 8 PM.
[Hi.] I stopped myself from typing this is JeShaun.
[My sister said you’re really smart and a nice captain.]
[That’s nice of her. She’s a good player.]
[Yeah. She wants to play for USA in the Olympics one day.]
[Wow. Ambitious. I just wanted a college scholarship.]
[You’re ambitious too.]
[I guess. Can I ask you a question?]
[Yeah.]
[Why’d you ask me to the dance?]
[I saw you the first time I picked my sister up from practice. Then I noticed you around school. You’re cool, laidback. You just seemed comfortable being yourself.]
[Thanks.]
[Why’d you say yes?]
[You’re smart and I like your accent.]
[Yeah? LOL]
[Yeah… plus you’re kinda cute.]
[Dang, just kinda?]
[Ok. You’re cute.]
[Well, you were pretty after volleyball practice, so.]
[Yeah?]
[For sure.]
Wow, all the time I spent trying to be cute during the day and the finest guy in the class sees me after practice. Time to write down some questions for Uncle Corey. I’d never imagine that’s when I’d catch someone’s eyes.
Expectation: Girls primping and prepping to be seen while looking cute on purpose.
Reality: Boys be like… she is cute after volleyball practice. Let me see if she wants to go to the dance.
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