Later that night, we are on the phone again as I check my Facebook. I see that I have a new message and announce to Ashley over the phone that it from Aiden. “He said okay” I tell her. Before I have a chance to respond I receive an IM from him.

“Oh, he’s instant messaging me now.” I tell her. I go on relaying messages between them.

“So Ashley says we should all hang out” He says. I still haven’t met him. I knew him back in high school, or knew of him I should say. We shared a class and that was about it. We dated a few of the same girls and ran through the same crowds somehow without ever becoming friends. Whether that was a good or bad thing was still unclear.

“Yeah, we totally should.” I agree, faking the most sincere way I could. Did I mean it? Of course I meant it. I wouldn’t have said it otherwise. Did I really deep down want to get to know him though? No, I don’t think so.

“Well I could go pick up Ashley and we could come hang out with you tonight.” He suggested

“I don’t know. I live pretty far away” I said making up excuses.

We instant messaged for a few more minutes of aimless conversation. He told me he had to get offline and so we exchanged phone numbers.

Immediately he texted me, “Hey, it’s Aiden.”

“Nah really?! I thought it was Obama!” I decided I’m not going to fake a smile for this guy. And I wasn’t going to pretend to like him if I didn’t. No guy Ashley has ever liked has liked me, so I’m not going to waste my time trying.

“So you’re a smartass, huh? Luckily I like that.”  He said. So much for my ‘let’s not be friends’ attitude.

But I still wasn’t ready to give in on it. “Damn straight!” I exclaimed.

“Watch it girl, I’ll have to beat your ass or bite you. In the pictures I’ve seen of you, you look pretty tiny. I can take you.” He pretend threatens.

I immediately counter it. “I may not look like much but I can pack a fucking punch.”

“Well you’re cute.” He says.