““When Tyler got to my apartment, he looked disappointed. Scowling and shaking his head, he said, “What are you wearing?” I had on a red T-shirt that said “Sup” on it and black jeans. “I like this shirt. What’s wrong with it?” “Don’t you have any shirts that don’t have writing on them?” I walked back to my room, tore my shirt off and threw it on the bed. I stared up into my closet. Tyler came to my room and stood in the doorway. “How do you have f**king abs? You don’t even work out.” “You admiring my physique?” I said to him without taking my eyes off the closet. “It’s just not right.” I pulled a plain black T-shirt off the hanger and slipped it over my head. “How’s this?” “Better.””
