CHAPTER NINETEEN: "FRIENDS"
Her palms were sweating. She was nervous. For the past thirty minutes she has been staring at her phone trying to master up some courage to call him. What would she say?
"Hi DeAndre, this is Azania. What's up?"
She has been standing in front of the mirror practicing her introduction but nothing sounded right to her ears. Without thinking about it, she finally hit the call button. It was ringing. She paced up and down in her bedroom. After the fifth ring when she was about to hang up, he picked up.
"Hello" came the response from the other side.
She wanted to speak but the words were stuck in her throat.
"Hello" he said for a second time.
Still she could not speak.
He gave a deep sigh and just as he was about to hang up, she snapped out of it.
"H-hi" she stuttered.
She did not hide her number, so he would know that it was her calling if he still had her number and she did not want to come across as some kind of crazy person.
"Hello" he repeated for the third time.
"This is he, who am I talking to?"
Great. He no longer had her number. Not that she blamed him.
Ok that just sounded cold. Maybe she shouldn't have called.
"I just wanted to check up on you."
"Do you mind if I call you back in a few minutes?"
"Sure" she replied and hanged up.
Now she knew that she definitely should not have called. It's whatever, she tried to reach out from her side. She slipped of the clothes that she had on and changed into an oversized t-shirt. She got comfortable on her bed and switched on her laptop. Although she was off work for a few weeks, nothing was stopping her from working from home. She loaded the pictures from the memory card of the broken camera she managed to salvage onto her laptop. She would have a look at them later. After that was done, she checked her emails and responded to those that required her to do so.
She felt her phone vibrate next to her. She reached for it and looked at the caller I.D. DeAndre's name flashed across the screen. She didn't think that he would call her back.
"Hello" she said.
"Hi Azania. Sorry about that. My mom just wanted to make sure I took my meds before I go to bed."
What? Was he a momma's boy or something? Total turn-off.
"And no, I'm not a momma's boy in case you were wondering. The whole incident just shook them up. So I am on bed rest until she feels otherwise." DeAndre said.
"Even if you were, don't be ashamed of your game."
"Come on. I love my mom but it ain't like that. How are you holding up?"
"I am doing better than the day before. My muscles are a bit sore but other than that, I'm good."
"If you need a massage or something, I can offer my services" he said dropping his voice an octave or two.
Azania had to clear her throat. She always had a thing for DeAndre's voice but when he did that, he just made her toes curl. "I think I will pass" she replied. "How are you doing?"
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For the past few years Azania Parker found herself in the same situation. A flirtationship: more than a friendship but less than a relationship. Tired of being led on only to be disappointed in the end, she completely gives up on love. DeAndre Morga...