I had just graduated from high school and set off to go to a top university and I couldn’t wait. The only down side was that my girlfriend Sasha wasn’t coming to the same college because she had other plans. We had been together for 3 years and looked set to be together for another 3, at least. Things were going great. That’s when I get a phone call from her, a day before our anniversary and an hour later, she’s dumped me. I was devastated and completely blind sided. Did not see that one coming at all. I spent a few days at home hiding, wallowing in self-pity and confusion, not sure how this had happened. I tried calling her a few times but it was to no avail, she wouldn’t talk to me. A couple of my friends I had told, Jamal and Randy, comforted me a little butt I was surprised to find out that they weren’t too surprised.
“Look dude, it’s a good thing. Sasha was cheating on you,” my friend Randy said.
“What the fuck is you talking about nigger?” I demanded to know, accusing him of talking nonsense. “How the hell is Sasha going to cheat on me, look at me nigger? Every bitch in school wants to fuck me.” Randy didn’t say anything because he knew I had a point. I was hot: good looking, with dark ember skin, a set of full of African lips and bodied like a Greek god, with a muscled, broad back which I had perfected playing running back in football. I was the complete package, being also from a well-to-do family. A lot of people said I looked like Tristan Wilds from 90210.