The most embarassing moment of my sixteen years on earth was when i unknowingly told the whole school i had crush on David Stuart.
 This was what happened........

 It was a monday morning in Havan Foster High, and so i had to make the announcements over the speaker for the whole school. The secretary in charge had being hospitalised, and being her niece i decided to help out. I switched on the mic...

 And that was when my ex-best-friend-turned-enemy Danah, decided to confront me about trying to steal her boyfriend David from her. Which was not so...accurate. I had a huge thing for Dave since sixth grade when he had being my english project partner,so what? Doesn't mean i'll take him
away from her.

I mean he was really cute, red-blonde cropped hair, blue eyes, a killer body to go with his bone-melting smile. And he had almost kissed me once while we studied-- but my brother ruined the moment. Mind you, I never forgave him for that.

 Anyways, that was how my crush for Dave started. I almost-stalked him. Tried to look pretty and get his attention. Being African-American gave me an attractive beauty to pass for an american. Fair in complexion, neck-length brown hair and amber brown eyes. But I guess I wasn't as hot as Danah. His girlfriend.

"What the hell, bitch! What do you think you're trying to do?!" Danah was yelling at my face. It was true, I had purposely thrown myself at David the other day during P.E class. Pretending to have a cramp. And yes he had helped me massage my ankle. Wasn't that sweet of him.

"I'm not trying to do anything, Danah."
"I saw you, freak!" she pushed at my chest. Trust me, that hurt. "Do you think you could make David fall for you with that little trick of yours? You were in my boyfriend's car, for pete's sake!"
 Yeah, that was true too. I had purposely walked to David's area, hoping to see him and told him my car had a flat tyre. And of course he had given me a free ride. Nice guy. And we had talked alot. I could still feel the chemistry between us.

"I don't know what you mean? I only asked for a ride, not for him to date me."
"Oh, really? Then why did his friend just tell me that David's planning to break up with me!" She shrieked at the last word.
He did? This was all good for me.

"I don't think it's because of me, Danah. I mean everyone hates your bossy, I'm-too-pretty-and-popular-to-talk-to-you attitude. It's unnerving on its own."

And she slapped me. Her nails scratching my cheek. I gasped. That was when my anger rose to its boiling point that i just blurted every bottled emotion in my heart, begging to be heard.

I turned at her and pointing my forefinger into her chest, I closed the distance.
"You. Always. Get. The. Guys! Why can't you leave some for the rest of us unpopular ones? You think I don't know that you're cheating on David? You don't deserve David! You don't love him like I do! You only want him so you look more popular."
Did i forget to mention that Dave's a quarterback? I felt my emotions crawling out of my lips. "I want him, Danah. I've wanted him since 6th grade and you know that. You just decided to bitchslap me and take him for yourself! I almost...almost got to have my first kiss with him. I care a lot about him more than you ever could!" I hissed.

Her back was against the table with the mic. "Really?" she rasped, obviously taken off guard.
"Yes, really, Danah." I allowed my face to relax, lost in thoughts, though still talking. "I know his favourite food's pot roast, favourite snack or desert's  frozen yogurht with strawberry ice cream and chocolate sprinkles on top. He likes sky-blue. Wears the color with almost all his stuff. Loves to read sci-fiction in his pasttime. Loves music. I know that he was disvirgined by you; and you didn't deserve that!" I added menacingly. "I know he doesn't like you. Only tolerates you!"
 She winced. Her eyes wide.
I continued none-the-less. Couldn't stop myself. "I Know he had his first kiss when he was nine. He wants a football scholarship. And-" my throat tightened. " I know he might never be attracted to me...but I love him." The last phrase came out as a sob. "I love David Stuart!" I exclaimed. "But then bitches like you always get the good guys." I fixed her with a stern look. She was pale and speechless. And I felt good. I didn't wait to hear her, i stormed out of the office and straight to the restroom.
To be continued...

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