Private Display of Affection (PDA)

Rapunzel Slide Down Your Pole

"Yes dear brother, my face will be buried deep in books and vagina and I'll avoid dicks like the plague so boys won't be crossing my mind."

"I'm serious Syair, none of that one true love bullshit, you're on a scholarship."

I took the opportunity to tune him out and scan every face on campus. No, that couldn't be him. Definitely was not him. He wish he could be him.

He told me to meet him right here in front of the admissions block so that he could help me to my dorm. I guess chivalry wasn't dead.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Yes, yes focus on my music. No boys. Get good grades. Only try certain drugs. I got it."

He shook his head at me, waved his final goodbye and sped off.

I told Amari to look for a girl dressed in a short mini skirt and a turquoise top, that my boobs looked amazing in might I add. This was our first introduction, I was going to look good for my man. I fluffed my hair one last time and checked my teeth in the reflection of my phone.

"Syair?" A smooth voice said behind me.

Oh yes, sweet Lord this is it. I had this rehearsed down to every detail. Though the wind wasn't blowing like I had hoped, I still flashed my big hair to create a heavenly effect as I spun around to look at him.

Except this was not him. Not him in the slightest, in fact this was her. This was she, this was not my man.

"Sorry I thought I heard my name." I sent the girl an awkward smile.

I tiptoed to look behind her. Don't worry Sy, he's just a few minutes late.

"Syair Arison? We talked online."

I looked passed the girl, waiting to see when Amari would appear behind her and yell out sike.

Come on Amari, I tapped my foot impatiently. God say it ain't so. I almost fell to my knees and started praying.

"Amari?" I said softly.

She smiled brightly, pulling me in for a hug. I felt like I was on a Catfish episode.

If she was he and he wasn't she, who the hell have I been falling in love with over the past two months.

I pulled back and stared down at my crisp black converse.

"Something wrong?" She looked at me concerned, tilting my chin up to look at her.

"You're a girl." I muttered.

I felt humiliated. How could I be so stupid? He, sorry she had shown all the signs of being a boy. We flirted, he complimented me and even left me cute little messages. He was supposed to be my soulmate.

"Sorry come again?" She looked at me absolutely confused.

I took the opportunity to get a good look at her. She was dressed in a pair of black joggers and a vintage sweatshirt paired with Air Force 1s. Her locs were tied up in a bun and she pulled the look together with a sharp line up. At least she was tall, that much was true but she seemed to be missing the most important part.

I glanced down at her pants.

"You made it seem like you were a boy, that's all."

She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach enjoying my humiliation.

I kissed my teeth and folded my arms.

"I never told you I was a boy."

"But your name, and we flirted and-"