Shh, Just Kiss Me (18+)

t h i r t y - s i x

I sat there sweating my ass off wondering why of all people Matthew sent me a friend's request.

What does he want? I could've sworn he deleted all his social media's.

I was worried and quite frightened. None of this was making sense. How did he find me? My name isn't my real name on facebook.

I clicked on his profile and began going through all his pictures. Yes, I do this before I can virtually confirm friendships with strangers. I know I'm not the only one who does a one minute stalk before pressing the confirm button.

Fuck me! He looks so good. He looks way better now than he's ever been. He's all ripped up and stylish. I don't know what happened but he certainly picked up a great sense of style.

He owns a bunch of designer shoes and wardrobes now.

I smacked myself because I wasn't sure if I was being catfished or if this is the real Matthew Isenberg-Eatmadik.

I was so confused. What the fuck?

He has tattoos now. Oh, great everyone is ahead of me in body modification.

It was either accept or decline.

Fuck it!

I accepted. That was so foolish of me. Why was I letting myself go that easily. He broke my heart.

It's obvious he doesn't play sports anymore. He's all about fashion now.

Him: Remember me?

Why is he sending me a message? Shit. Guys, what do I say? Oh my God, why is my ex doing this? Why me? No!

You got so big now.

You dumb hoe, don't say that.

Backspace. . .

Paying the bills yet?

Jaide, why?

Backspace. . .

Why would I forget the asshole who made me miserable

Too soon.

Backspace. . .

Yes! I replied.

He was typing for a while. What was taking him so long to respond.

Him: :) I'm in NYC.

Okay, what does that have to do with me? Oo, he adds more.

Him: I read your bio and it says you're currently attending Pace University, one: congratulations, two: my uncle works there, three: I've missed you since I moved so I thought we can hang and chat. Are you up for that?

Boy. Okay, one: how is he so sure which campus I'm attending. And what? Hang out? I don't even know him anymore. How do I know if he's not a killer by now? Okay, I'm dragging it but seriously shit like this makes you wonder. Out of all the years he had to get on good terms with me he chose this one.

12:45

Our conversation is slowly putting me to sleep.