Free Nice Guys Don't Finish Last by Chavez Brown Page A

it to you. And I am happy I did,” I smiled.
“So what did it say,” he asked nervously.
“I want you to answer me, first. Who is Deshawn?”
“No one that concerns you,” he yelled.
“Oh no one that concerns me? But if the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be interrogated & you would hang me above a campfire.”
“I’m not doing anything behind your back, Abdul. You are looking for answers and making an ass out of yourself once again.”
“Oh really? Well explain this text to me,” I yelled pushing the phone towards his face.
“Deshawn is a GIRL! She’s a piece of fish, pussy, kitty kat… a piece I’m not interested in.”
“Do you really expect for me to believe that?”
“Hey, it’s up to you! But her number is right there in my phone if you want to call her. The choice is yours,” he confidently said cutting his eyes at me, and gripping the towel with his hands. I didn’t know if this was a manipulative scheme trying to intimidate me to drop the situation or if he was actually telling the truth.
“So if you didn’t cheat on me and I didn’t cheat on you, then how did you get Syphilis, Nicolas,” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“So, you never cheated on me before?”
“No!”
“So you’re telling me you have never been with anyone else in the past three years.”
“I never said that, either.”
“So you did cheat?”
“No, it was when we were broken up.”
“So you are telling me you had unprotected sex with someone while we were broken up for a few days. Was it the time when it lasted for about two weeks?”
“No, it was the time after that,” he said nonchalantly.
“The time after that? Nico, that was last month and we were only broken up for two days.”
“Well yeah. That is when it happened.”
“I guess you wanted a dick inside you that bad, huh,” I yelled as my hands trembled & my anxiety thrashed upon my body. He sat there in silence as if he did nothing wrong.
I waited for him to tell me it was a joke and he’s trying to get a reaction out of me. This can’t be real, someone just tell me I am dreaming right now. It feels worse than an episode of the “Twilight Zone”.
“So who was he,” I asked.
“I’d rather not share that,” Nico whispered.
“Oh, you have no choice!”
“Touch of my Hand feat Delmar”
    The birds chirped outside, singing sweet melodies along the wind that blew heavily against my window pane. They were like a concoction enchanting over my head, yet it caressed like a sweet dream I did not want to awake from.
    The world was as magical as the land of “OZ”, and recurrences of Jeremy standing in the hallway asking for my number flashed across my mind. A guy approached me in a public space without being in a gay environment. The way he did it was beyond anything imaginable, and I have not stopped thinking about it since that morning.
    God has a funny way of distracting you from your problems because a few days ago, all I could do was mope around after I did not receive a call from Abdul since last Friday & being escorted from my class. I have yet to straighten the situation with my professor and I am confused about Abdul. He practically stood me up, as I awaited his arrival the entire night. What is difficult about informing a person of prior
engagements? It is quite daunting, since I never liked someone to this extent. For all I know, Ty could be right about him being involved in a relationship because he’s too reluctant to have a decent conversation with me or even meet.
    “My name is Abdul,” his deep tone ricocheted in my head from the night at the Hippo. Picturesque of those curled lips & hypnotizing eyes locked in my deepest thoughts. The scent of his Burberry cologne stained my nose, and I could still taste it. A picture of his love penetrating me was colorful than the oceans sketched in an Augustus Jones painting.
    I lied on my stomach as Abdul hopped on my back, nibbling my ears that felt like ice crystals hanging from a