Chapter Eighty-Five – That’s Not What I Want to Hear

Aseda thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw Boateng standing at her door. They’d only spoken sporadically. She was always the one reaching out. Always the one trying to see if they still stood a chance.

Phyllis and some other friends were in the room. She didn’t want them hearing whatever conversation Boateng was about to have with her. She came out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Where did I sleep that this ghost has come to visit me?” Aseda asked with a smile. Boateng laughed.

“This ghost has missed you. Is that allowed?”

Aseda grinned. This is exactly what she wanted to hear. She leaned over the balustrade and smiled. Boateng joined her, their shoulders touching.

“I’ve been trying to reach you but you ghosted me after that whole thing at Araba’s party.”

Initially, Aseda had been hurt and angry about Boateng’s reaction. He was mad at her and made that known and wouldn’t even give her a conversation. In her ideal scenario, he should have come crawling and apologizing but that never happened. So, she instead shifted to trying to make amends.

“What you did was messed up though. You did too much,” Boateng said earnestly. “I was pissed off.”

“I’m sorry,” Aseda pleaded. Her face burning. “I kind of just reacted cause I was hurt by what you did. I really thought we would be together and then you turn around and tell me it was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Fair enough. But I think I was straightforward with you that night. I said I didn’t know what it meant and we should just have fun. Remember that?”

“I do,” Aseda didn’t like where the conversation was headed. I mean when she saw Boateng, she didn’t know what to expect but it was certainly not this. She foolishly hoped that he had come to his senses and seen that they were meant to be together. Not this.

Boateng turned around, his back now on the balustrade. He could see Aseda’s face clear as day from this position. “That aside, I still owe you an apology.”

Aseda’s heart leapt for joy. This is what she wanted to hear. Maybe next he’d say that he was wrong. I was no good for him anyway. I was selfish whiny little brat that didn’t actually appreciate him. After all, she’d heard from Phyllis that the reason Boateng and I weren’t together in the first place was something to do with my ex.

Aseda smiled as Boateng continued. “I knew how you felt about me. I also knew that I didn’t necessarily feel the same way. I liked somebody else. That wasn’t fair to you.”

Aseda’s ears were ringing now. What a roller coaster of a conversation. One second, she was high up and the next she was hurtling towards the ground at a rapid speed. She braced herself, standing upright and turning stone faced. The change was not lost on Boateng. He felt terrible that this was yet another girl he had to have this conversation with and hopefully it would be the last.

“Is this what you came here to say?”. Aseda’s arms were now folded and she cocked her head to the side in irritation.

Boateng hesitated.

“This is so stupid!” Aseda exclaimed, “you have to admit that a part of you liked me. Am I wrong? We got along nicely. We suited each other fine. But you’re hung up on this friend of yours that clearly doesn’t want you. If you guys were really endgame, then why weren’t you together already?”

Good question. Why weren’t we? Only you, reader can determine that.

Boateng wanted to respond but Aseda held up her hand, cutting him off.

“I hope you two work it out. You deserve each other. Don’t come running to me when she does you dirty again and trust me, she will. Have a nice life. Delete my number.”

She didn’t wait for a response; walking off and slamming the door behind her.

Reader, let me offer you some free advice. Never, and I mean never, think that you can convince a man to like you by sleeping with him. Especially when you know he likes someone else. That’s top two ways to get your heart broken and it’s not number two.

How do you think poor Aseda felt now in light of everything? You want to know the worst part? There were men lining up to treat her like a queen. Yet here she was having been made a fool of by this buffoon. We live and we learn, don’t we?

No matter how much of a hot cake you are, if the man doesn’t want you, say with me, ‘he doesn’t want you’. Know this and know peace.