Danielle Young
About Danielle Young
If mixed signals were a person, they would have been Hakeem.
“I was supposed to get your number for my friend,” I slurred. “I’d rather you keep it for yourself,” Hakeem said and put his number in my phone.
“Get his number for me,” Sasha said, nodding towards Hakeem. “I’ll work my magic,” I said as I kissed Sasha on the cheek.
I started resenting Christian and feeling disgusted and annoyed. I did everything I could to try and control it, but when I was around him, especially when he came over my house, everything he did bothered me.
“You said it was never going to happen Dani,” Christian giggled.
Christian walked over to me and grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. “I think about you all the time Dani."
Let me tell y’all about Andre Christian.
Five minutes before we were to meet for drinks I got a text from Dean, “Hey, you know what? I didn’t even think to ask earlier, what are you looking for?”
You ever dealt with a man who pretends to like you only when someone else does?
Any sliver of trust I had left inside of my heart for Andrew evaporated when I found out he was engaged.
…continued from last week. I tried my best to keep stop communicating with Andrew. He would message me every now and again, but I wouldn’t respond or I’d respond with a single word. We were able to wedge some distance between us. By the time summer hit, it didn’t hurt to think about him anymore. […]