If I Were Your Boyfriend by Earl Sewell Read Free Book Online

and live on the streets than live with her. I cringed at the memory of having to go a therapist.
      Spending a lot of brain energy thinking about my mom was driving me nuts, so I decided to lie down for a while longer or at least until the guard opened the door to let me out.
      Later that same day I was sitting around the common area killing time listening to Deon talk about how he'd met his girlfriend at a regional cheerleading competition.
      "My buddy Jerry and I went to the competition to see how lucky we could get," Deon said. "Fifteen different schools were represented and the girls were a perfect ten."
      "Yeah, right," I said, not fully believing him.
      "Dude, I'm telling you. Every girl in the gymnasium that day was a hottie. It was like being at a Miss America pageant and the Playboy Mansion all at the same time."
      "Okay, with all of the perfect models there, how did you manage to pick just one?" I asked.
      "I don't know. It just happened. I was sitting in the bleachers watching her and her team compete for the regional title. My eyes were just drawn to her. I liked the energy she had and she never stopped smiling even when the pyramid her team tried to create collapsed because a move wasn't executed right. Right then I knew that I wanted to meet her and learn everything about her."
      "So, what did you say when you got your chance to meet her?" I asked.
      "I caught up to her out in the gym hallway at the water fountain. She was humped over, sucking up water like a fish. I stopped for a moment and studied her long brown legs and the way they disappeared behind her red cheerleader skirt. I studied the shapeliness of her legs and the way her calf muscles contracted to form a perfectly shaped heart. Man, she has some awesome legs." Deon momentarily became lost in his thoughts until a batch of new detainees who'd just entered the common area moved directly past us. "Anyway, our first meeting didn't go so well. I said to her, 'Hey, tough break, you'll get it next time.' She stopped drinking water and looked at me as if I'd just spit on her."
      "She said, 'There won't be a next time. You'd know that if you were a true fan of the sport.'"
      "Oh, snap. She treated you like that?" I asked, laughing because I could visualize him standing in the hallway with a clueless look on his face.
      "Yeah, she called me out on that one. But I did try to recover because my game was tight. I know how to charm a girl. I told her that she was right. And asked her if she'd be willing to help me learn the sport. At that point she told me to get lost and rushed into the girls' locker room."
      "You struck out," I said. "So, how did you guys end up dating?"
      "A few weeks later I had a game at her school. When I saw her again, I was still in awe of her. She was just so perfect for me." Deon leaned back in his seat. "I took another leap of faith and actually introduced myself to her again after the game. I told her my name, where I was from and asked her if there was any chance for me to get to know her better. She smiled at me and said, 'Possibly.' And the rest, as they say, is history. What about you, Wesley? Do you have a girl?"
      "No. Not right now. My last girlfriend played too many games. She liked dating several guys at the same time. The final straw came when I almost got into a fight with this guy over her. But then I realized that she really wasn't worth fighting for, so I let her go. I was cool with it, though. I wasn't terribly upset over it." I was about to tell Deon about another relationship, but Officer Sanchez called my name.
      "Wesley, come here," he said. I stood up and walked over to him.
      "What's up?" I asked.
      "Come with me. You have a visitor," he said.
      "Who?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. My mother had arrived to cast judgment upon me.
      "Your mom is here," he answered.
      I suddenly felt ill. "Look, man. Do I have to go and see her? Because