I see your true colours

Dear Diary,

After a good night’s sleep I head into uni today for a full day of classes. I met up with Elana in all my classes during the day and am glad to have someone I know that is in most my classes. Plus she’s sweet in an innocence kinda way which I take to. My classes for the day is Economics (which I had such a hard time with before so much so that I am mentally scarred by it) that Academics Skills seminar and IT for Financial Services which was three hours. The last one isn’t as interesting as it sounds it just Excel, Word and some Web Design. I sit next to Elana in IT and we both sailed through the class and sometimes help other students as well. I liked her immediately when she didn’t ask if Trinidad was in Africa or Jamaica and knew the Caribbean was actually made up of different islands. Although she didn’t know where Trinidad is she understood when I said that it was off of South America.

After class I head home and sure enough as soon as I settle done Ny comes over. We head over to his room to watch a movie because I have no TV or computer or laptop. To tell you the true I don’t even have a radio, I just have a portable CD player that eats batteries like if it’s perpetually starved. We’re hanging out just chatting I’m in my usual place on the floor and honestly when he’s not hitting on me I really enjoy his company and he’s mad funny. I even allow him to hug me and it’s nice in his room But he starts again talking about us getting together, which I stop abruptly. I remember how it made this topic made me feel and I decide to stop it immediately. I say I wanna just be friends and he says he can’t be my friend. And I realise this is going nowhere. I decide to change the subject but he’s not budging. So I decide to come clean and just tell him that I am not ready to be in a relationship right, now. That in fact I hardly know him. He’s persistent and asks what I would like to know about him. I laugh at this ‘So I’m just suppose to take your word and whatever you say as true?’ Without a beat he says ‘Yes! ‘ I have nothing to hide.’ ‘Ok, hand over your phone.’ Which surprisingly he does, and I go through it. I do it half heartedly as I personally don’t feel comfortable doing this. I just look at his numbers but no texts. But I do look through his pictures and see a picture of this sexy woman’s top on a mannequin. ‘What’s this about?’ I ask. ‘That’s for my cousin’ he says ‘ I want to buy it for her and I took a picture to make sure she likes it.’ I watch him out of the corner of my eye not knowing whether to believe him or not. The next picture I saw made me stop .... it was of a stylish light skinned girl with long hair. She was posing sexily in the picture and looking straight at the camera. I turned the phone to him and asked who it was although I already knew. ‘That’s a friend from back home he said. I knew I would be out of my mind to believe him, but I thought about Devlin and the fact that I had a life before I came up to London. Maybe too I was starting to get accustom to having Ny around that I wanted to believe him. But in the end I did just that I believed him. I went to the toilet and when I came back, he was ready for bed because he had early morning training with the cricket team. ‘You’re welcome to stay over’ he said and smiled but I knew what that meant. I declined. So I headed back upstairs.

After a while of being in my room, I am restless with nothing to do, so I head down to the bar to see if anyone else is down there. I see Coby playing pool with some guys and he smiles when I walk in and asks if I could play pool. ‘A little‘I say and I join in. He helps me out making suggestion but after a few shots they start wondering if I was hustling them.’ Of course not’ I say with an innocent face ‘But sometimes I am very good at pool. One night I beat all my friends.’ Now this is somewhat true because you see sometimes I am brilliant in pool other times I am terrible. In the first round, I play fairly decent and taunt both Coby and the other that a small little girl is beating them at pool. However, Coby starts taunting back and leaning on my when it is my turn, putting bad mojo on my plays and as the taunting, gets the better of me I start losing. I then explain that sometimes I am bad as well but Coby says ‘Yeah, Yeah you just can’t handle the pressure.’ I am really glad I came down as this is a perfect Friday night lime for me. As I am sitting watching, the winners play the final round and I am laughing at their taunts I see two people walking into halls. It Ny and the light skinned girl from the picture on his phone. I must say I am in shock and I shake my head in disappointment, but honestly not totally surprised. A ‘friend’ huh... I think as I see them walk towards the halls entrance with Ny carrying a her overnight case.


Well I am off for now....... to think this over .... I should not be shocked should I. I mean I always knew he was a player right? So why am I shocked by it?