Sorry I was stupid a year ago.
Because where do you go from there?
Why would she take me back? Why would she let me in her orbit again?
I can’t just sit around and think about her and keep popping up wherever she is, because that is stalkerish. Zea is right about everything, God dang it.
How does that little girl have so much wisdom, and how do I have so little?
Before I lose my nerve, I press the call button.
And wait as it rings...
Chapter 10 Lily
I put the lid back on the bucket after I dump out all the paint water from tonight’s event.
My system is working so well, and I wish there was someone who was as excited about it as I am to show. I need to make posts on social media to show my process, because I need someone else to care about this.
My Lit with Lily event re-energized me, because work today really took it out of me.
When I set the bucket back in my garage, my phone rings.
It’s after 9. I know it’s not Charisse, because she’s dealing with those babies. I doubt its Porsche, because they’re on vacation right now.
I stop guessing and just look at my screen.
Javonte.
I almost drop my phone.
Why is he calling me?
I mean, I saw him today, but that doesn’t mean anything. He said hi, I said hi. That’s it.
What’s he got to say now?
And he better not be calling to apologize or anything. He’s had over a year.
By the third ring, my curiosity sets in, and I really wonder what he’s going to say.
It rings one more time, and I answer it before my voicemail picks up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Lily, it’s me, Javonte.”
I almost snicker, because duh, you’re in my contacts. Then again, maybe he thought I blocked his number or deleted his contact.
“Hey, Javonte. What’s up?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm and curious.
“Um... it was good to see you today.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say.
I can picture him, probably sitting on the edge of his bed, one hand on his forehead, his face all scrunched up while he tries to figure out what to say to me. I smile at the image.
He was like that on our first date. Just a bundle of nerves, like a teenager going out with a girl for the first time. Hell, he probably was almost a teenager going out with a girl for the first time.
