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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