Boyfriend Shopping: Shopping for My Boyfriend / My Only Wish / All I Want for Christmas Is You. Earl Sewell
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      “First of all, she sends me text messages constantly.”

      “So she’s a text-message stalker?” I laughed loudly.

      “She sends me, like, fifty text messages a day. She knows my every move. I don’t know how but she does.”

      “That’s your boo thang,” I teased him and was secretly happy that she had gotten on his nerves.

      “She’s about to be fired,” he said.

      “About to be? When did you hire her and why can’t you just do it now?” I pushed him to make a decision at that moment.

      “I told her that I didn’t like her acting like a stalker and that I’m trying to give her another chance,” he said.

      “Another chance? Did I miss something? Are you guys officially dating?” I closed my eyes and waited for his answer to punch me in the gut like a cold fist.

      “I don’t know what we are. Right now she seems too needy to me,” he said.

      I exhaled. There is still hope, I thought. “Well. Again. That’s the chick you decided to hang around,” I said, hoping my comment carried enough power to break the spell that Bernita cast so that he could see her the way I did. My comment didn’t work because he avoided acknowledging it and changed the subject.

      “So what are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

      “Just chilling out. What about you?” I asked, feeling a bit disappointed.

      “About the same. Do you want to hang out this weekend? Maybe we could go bowling,” he suggested.

      I smiled so hard my cheeks ached but I still gave him crap because I knew he had a good sense of humor. “I don’t know. Will your stalker girlfriend let you?”

      “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said.

      “That’s what you say, but I’m sure she thinks of you as her boyfriend.”

      “So can you hang out or not?” He jumped right to the point.

      “Well, if you’re not afraid that Bernita might catch you, I guess I can hang out with my friend,” I said jokingly.

      “Ha, very funny, Anna. Have your mom drop you off at the bowling alley around 8:00 p.m. Saturday.”

      “Wait. You’re not inviting Bernita, are you?” I asked, fearing that his judgment was still clouded.

      “No. It will be just you and me. I need a break from her. I want to hang out with my girl,” he said. I liked the sound of that. I only wished he had said “girlfriend.” But at least I knew that I still had a fighting chance.

      “Okay. I’ll see you then,” I said.

       five

      I arrived at the bowling alley ahead of Jeremy. When I went inside I discovered that it was cosmic bowling night, which meant there were dancing lights, hot new music, glow-in-the-dark lanes, pins and balls. It was so cool to step inside and suddenly notice how everything glowed. I sat down in a common area and sent Jeremy a text.

      Where u @?

      I will b there in a minute.

      Ok.

      A short time later Jeremy arrived and joined me.

      “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked as he gave me a hug.

      “Yeah.” I smiled. We rented red-and-blue bowling shoes and got our lane assignment. We each searched for the perfect bowling ball before beginning the game.

      “Do you want some food?” Jeremy asked.

      “I’m not hungry right now. Maybe we can get a sandwich later,” I said.

      “You’re really cool to hang with, Anna,” he said with the cutest smile, and his eyes seemed to make promises that his mouth refused to admit.

      “You’re just now figuring that out?” I laughed over my words and playfully punched his shoulder.

      “Ha-ha,” he answered with sarcasm. As we bowled, I noticed that he kept checking his cell phone and it was more annoying than walking into a spiderweb.

      “Are you going to pay attention to how I am kicking your butt or are you going to fumble with your phone all night?” I asked.

      “You’re my friend, right?” he asked.

      “Of course I am,” I said, hoping my agitation didn’t come through.

      “Check this out. Bernita sent me a text message and asked where I was. I didn’t feel like any drama, so I told her that I was at home. She just sent me a text message saying that I’m lying and sent me my exact location. She’s been doing that for the past few days and I can’t figure out how she’s doing it.”

      “Let me think for a moment,” I said. Sitting down on a nearby chair, I pondered how Bernita was pulling off her trick. “Did you give her your cell phone recently or let her keep it for a while?” I asked.

      “No. Wait. She sold me her iPhone 4S because she noticed the screen on my iPhone 3 was cracked. She used some of the money I’d given to her to upgrade to the iPhone 5.”

      “Let me see your phone,” I said and held out my hand.

      “Here,” he said, handing it to me.

      “Does this thing have cellular service?”

      “Yeah, I had it switched on when she gave it to me,” he said.

      “She’s tracking you somehow,” I told him as I searched through his apps.

      “Now, that’s creepy.”

      “I told you that Bernita was bad news. Has she given you anything else that she could be using to track you with?” I asked.

      “No,” he assured me.

      “What are you doing?” he asked.

      “Seeing if she downloaded something to your phone,” I said.

      “I’ve already checked. I don’t have any new apps.”

      “Oh, really. Then what’s this?” I showed him the tracking app that she had downloaded and hidden within one of the folders of another application.

      “What? Are you kidding me?” he said as I gave him back his phone.

      “Bernita is stalking you.”

      “What the hell!” Jeremy said angrily as his thumb rapidly tapped on the screen СКАЧАТЬ