Sweet Tea and God's Graces

Righ’.

Alright, alright. What's your test on?

So comfortin’.

It’s what girlfriends do best, right?

Maybe, but you’ll also be wrong, so I’m not sure who’ll really enjoy the satisfaction.

Still me because I'll be getting money for it.

Guess who’s gonna fail their test t’morrow?

Better not be you, loser.

I’m not even dignifying that with a response.

One day I’m going to write a killer song about how you don’t know Blondie and then you’ll be sorry.

Eh, people are rough in Brooklyn.

If you’re going to keep calling me Blondie then you’re still Brooklyn to me, John. And I hope this a joke. Debby Harry? Lead singer of Blondie.

Trust me, I’ve got a thick skin when it comes to bad names.

How come?

I’m not looking for a fresh start, I’ve had enough of those for one lifetime. But I think it’s only fair to tell me yours, now that you have mine. My real name.

Alright, alright but you’re not allowed to laugh! You gotta’ promise.

It’s John. And you knew where to find me, you chose not to come looking.

See, now if we’re doing names why don’t we just call it a fresh start, John?

Right, because that’s what I want. Some chick hanging around me who couldn’t be bothered to be honest with me, and fucking uses me when it suits her or ignores me when it doesn’t.

How was I even meant to talk to you? It's not the conversation you have by text and it's not like I even know your name. And don't say I used you, because I would never.

Yeah, absolutely I fucking do. And I can’t help that you stopped skipping class to get stoned with me, I didn’t change my habits. I even fucking bought you that rose, and you still ditched me. This is all on you, babe.

Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean we still can’t hang out if you want. We just can’t..kiss or anything but I still liked spending time with you. Honestly, I avoided you because I didn’t know what to say or tell you.

How ‘bout the truth? Admit we had a good thing going, that you screwed it up, needing some stupid high school relationship label.

You define us making out and..getting high a good thing? Besides, it happened once, I’d hardly call it a ‘thing’.

You wanna sell me the Brooklyn Bridge too? That’s a shit excuse if I ever heard one.

Well what exactly do you want me to say?

You sure about that? He get you hot like me? Like when I pressed my lips up against your neck, dragged my fingers down your back? You honestly telling me he’s as satisfying as I was? The way I made you feel?

Honestly I can barely remember, I kinda' try and block that period of my life out due to other events at the time.

What exactly did I do to make you want to go the long way to class? Or, go to class at all for that matter?

Well, I wasn't exactly avoiding you. That part was a joke but now I have a boyfriend, so...whatever we had...we can't.