I remained in bed, resting on my stomach and thinking about Misalo. After I’d come home from the mall yesterday, I called him several times, but he didn’t answer. I’d logged on to Facebook and forwarded a message to him there, as well, but got no answer. I was happy to see that the photos and videos of us were still up. However, I was disappointed by the number of in-box messages I’d gotten from boys who went to my school and who mentioned that they’d seen my photos and wanted to hook up with me. I’d then got mad with Misalo all over again for what he’d done. I’d decided that enough was enough and that I’d go to his house so we could work out our issues. I finally sat up and walked over to my clock radio, which was on top of my dresser. I turned it on, and Tyrese was singing his latest song about lovers who were going through a difficult time. “Sing, Tyrese,” I whispered aloud as I listened to the lyrics of his song, which seemed to speak directly to me.
