- 出版社: Kimani Press; Original (2010年10月28日)
- 丛书名: Kimani Tru
- 平装: 245页
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Myself And I (英语) 平装 – 2010年10月28日
Earl Sewell is the author of Taken for Granted, Through Thick and Thin, The Flip Side of Money and When Push Comes to Shove.
Why do boys lie so much? Why won't they listen, be attentive and above all, be truthful to their girlfriends? Why do they continually do idiotic things that ruin great relationships and then deny the truth when they get busted? I wish someone could explain the male ego to me, because I'd certainly like to know the answers to my questions. I swear I don't understand why or how boys can be jackasses and egotistical all at the same time and think there is nothing wrong with that. Is that just the way it is with guys, or does their stupidity disappear as they get older? I briefly thought about Beyoncé's song "If I Were A Boy" and the truthfulness of the words she sang.
I searched my mind for answers to my questions while sitting on a soft brown leather sofa in the lobby of the Hyatt Regency McCormick Place hotel. With my face buried in the palms of my hands, masking my humiliation, I thought about how I'd gone to great lengths to find the perfect prom dress and matching accessories for what was supposed to be one of the best moments of my life. I'd even slept in an upright position so I wouldn't wreck my hair. Needless to say, when morning came I had a nasty muscle cramp in my neck. I did all that only to have my jerk of a boyfriend and his needy ex-girlfriend screw it all up. For a moment I felt as if I were about to have an anxiety attack, but I held my emotions in check. Then I smeared away the angry tears streaming down my cheeks, smudging my makeup in the process. I thought about mean-spirited ways to get even with Antonio and Priscilla, his ex. I thought about posting my angry thoughts about him all over the Internet. I'd let everybody know just how much of a jerk he is. As much as I wanted to let go of my rage, I couldn't, at least not just yet. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to replay what had happened a few minutes ago.
My best friend, Maya, and I had just set foot back inside the ballroom, where Thornwood High School students were jamming to the rhythm of the music. Across the crowded room, I spotted my boyfriend, Antonio, talking to his ex-girlfriend Priscilla. I rushed over to see why she was chatting with him. If truth be told, I thought she was trying to make him an offer he just couldn't refuse. Boy, was I way off on that one. By the time I arrived, Priscilla was going off on him, so I stepped between them and confronted her. I asked her what the hell was her problem. Even though it was prom night and I had on an expensive dress, I was all set to kick her butt for old and new if she wanted to throw down. All during the school year she'd been on my back about my relationship with Antonio. At one point I seriously thought we were competing for the attention and affections of the same guy. But it was clear I'd won—Antonio was at prom with me and not her. I believed Priscilla was just a sore loser who couldn't get over the fact that Antonio had chosen me over her. At that moment I was intent on setting things straight. Then Priscilla dropped a bomb.
"I'm pregnant with your baby, Antonio!" she screamed. Everyone near us stopped what they were doing and focused on the argument that I'd walked in the middle of. Honestly, when Pricilla first made the announcement I thought I didn't hear her correctly, but then she repeated herself.
"Oh, damn, Antonio! You're a straight-up player. You've got one girl loaded and another chickenhead ready to beat her down," some boy who was standing nearby said, as if Antonio was supermacho. I was so shocked and appalled by the announcement of the pregnancy that I ran out of the ballroom.
I opened my small purse and searched for some tissues to dry my cheeks and blow my nose. I rose to my feet and headed toward the front door so I could step outside and get some fresh air. As soon as I stepped out of the air-conditioned hotel and into the warm night air, Maya seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Are you okay?" She moved around in front of me, then embraced me. I placed my forehead on her shoulder and sobbed.
"It's okay. Please don't cry, Keysha. He isn't worth the salt in your tears."
"Why do I have the worst luck with guys? Why do I keep falling for the jackasses and jerks?" I asked, not really expecting Maya to give me an answer.
"My mom says that's why it's called dating. You meet someone and get to know them. If it works out, cool, but if it doesn't you have the option of moving on," Maya explained.
"Well, I suck at dating, that's for doggone sure," I stated as I pushed away from her. "I'm going to ruin your pretty dress with my tears and slobber." I inspected her dress, making sure I hadn't left any wet spots on her.
"I don't care about the dress. I care about you," Maya said as she rubbed my back in an effort to comfort me.
"I'm cool," I said. "But I don't think I can go back in there. Not after what just happened."
"You shouldn't let this ruin your evening, Keysha," Maya said.
"Are you serious? I know you're not trying to say I should go back in there and give him another chance." I searched Maya's eyes for an answer.
"All I'm saying is you should try to make the best of it. You can hang out with Misalo and me. I'll even let you dance with him," Maya said jokingly.
"I do not want to dance with Misalo." I glanced at traffic moving along Dr. Martin Luther King Drive.
"What did Antonio say after I left?" I asked.
"He said he wasn't the father of Priscilla's child. Then she slapped him and he was about to swing on her until some other guys started pulling him away."
"Where is he now?" I asked.
"I don't know, probably somewhere inside trying to figure out what to do next. Once Antonio was pulled away, I came out here to look for you."
"Well, I don't want to go back in there. I just want to go home and sit in my room," I said as I pulled out my cell phone and called the limousine driver. When he answered I told him to drive around to the front of the hotel so he could pick me up.
"You're serious, aren't you. Are you sure you just want to leave? I mean, can't you just put this behind you and let it go? After all, you're not the one who's expecting a baby."
"Do you think I'm making too much of a big deal out of this?" I asked. "I want your honest opinion."
"I can understand you being angry, but have you considered that Priscilla may be lying? Maybe she just did all this to be dramatic."
"Well, if she did, she should get an Oscar for her performance," I snapped.
"Speaking of drama, here comes Antonio." Maya nodded in his direction. I turned and saw Antonio glance at me and then quicken his pace to reach me.
"There you are," he said as he tried to embrace me, but I moved away.
He seemed exasperated by the fact that I'd pulled away from him. "I know you're not going to let Pricilla's crazy outburst screw up the night." Antonio wasn't taking my feelings about what had just happened seriously.
"Antonio," I said, making sure I held his gaze. "I'm going to ask you one question, and I want an honest answer from you."
"Come on, baby. Let's just go back inside, have some fun and slow dance," Antonio pleaded with me. He pouted as he tried to take my hand and lead me back into the ballroom, but I wasn't about to budge. "No. Not until you answer my question." I stood firm on my position.
"I'll give you guys a minute to talk this over." Maya stepped away to give us a little privacy.
"You don't have to leave, Maya," I assured her.
"I'll just be right over there," Maya said, pointing to a nearby bench outside one of the hotel doors.
"Keysha, stop tripping. Priscilla has mental issues. Everyone in the school knows that." Antonio rubbed the palms of his hands up and down my arms. "Are you cold?" he asked.
"No," I said, as I tried to figure out what to do.
"Come on. You know you're my boo." Antonio kissed me on the cheek and for a moment, like a lovesick fool, I allowed myself to forget everything that had just happened.
"You can have him, Keysha! Because he's nothing but a musty-smelling, double-crossing dirty dog!" Priscilla screeched as she exited the hotel.
"Get your crazy butt away from us!" Antonio turned his attention to Priscilla.
"I hate you, Antonio!" Priscilla screamed. "I can't believe that you don't even care about our baby!" All the tears that fell down her twisted face and even the veins that popped up in her neck convinced me she was emotionally wounded and possibly telling the truth about being pregnant.
"You're a liar. I don't believe that's my baby," Antonio shouted.
"It's the truth and you know it." The raw emotion in Priscilla's voice was unmistakable and powerful. She shot Antonio a hateful look before running off.
"I'm glad she's gone," Antonio said. I could tell he was extremely annoyed as he tugged at my arm to get me to come back inside with him.
"Come on," he insisted. When I didn't budge, he turned to me, placed my cheeks in the palms of his hands and kissed me. "You're my girl, Keysha. I've got so much love inside of me that's just waiting for you and only you. Whatever you need or want me to do in order to prove it, I will."
"Antonio," I whispered softly.
"What?" he asked, removing a strand of my hair away from my eye.
"I need the answer to my question," I said.
"If I answer it, will you come back inside?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, not fully sure if I would go back with him.
"Then what is it?" Antonio stepped back, folded his arms across his chest and waited for the question.
I cut straight to the chase. "Have you had unprotected sex with Priscilla?"
Antonio looked deep into my eyes and with a straight face answered, "No. I've never even had protected sex with Priscilla. She's not my type and never has been. She's been trying to hook up with...
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Wesley, her ex, is no longer in Keysha's life. But you can't tell Lori, Wesley's jealous girlfriend that. Every time she turns around Keysha and Wesley seem to be joined at the hip. For Keysha, she's just concerned that Wesley needs to be back in rehab. After her disastrous prom excursion with Antonio, the possible soon to be daddy, Keysha is on a boy cleanse. Or at least she tries to be until the new guy on the block, Jerry, impresses her with his skills. Keysha is looking forward to getting to know Jerry. Unfortunately when the cops are called, it appears that Keysha is in trouble yet again. Will she finally be able to live drama free?
MYSELF AND I by Earl Sewell is book five in the Keysha series. I love that you're getting to grow with Keysha, though I would love a book where Keysha is finally not the one with all of the impending drama. I really LOVE the way Grandma Katie educates her on African American history. MYSELF AND I took on a few heavy topics this book. I would've liked for Earl to spend more time being detailed about the consequences seeing that this is a teen series. A few editing issues, otherwise a quick read.