Chapter 11
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"Does it have anything to do with that.. that.. that African girl!?"
My blood boiled. I stopped dead in my path and turned back towards her.
"Let me make myself very clear to you. Leave her out of it!"
"But I wouldn't! She's the cause of all of this! You hate me because of her!" she screamed and she looked like she was going to have a meltdown. I shook my head in pity for her but continued towards the school.
I greeted my friends when I met them in the halls and cast my eyes out for her. I eventually spotted her with her friends at their lockers.
"I'll be right back, guys," I told my friends and made my way through the hall to Blossom.
There would always be a sparkle when her eyes fell on me.
"Hi. Good morning."
"Good morning. So there's something I have ask you." I took her a few feet away from her friends. "I'll like to invite you over to my house. Would that be okay."
"Huh?"
"For our project together."
"Oh. Okay. I'll have to ask my mom though and I'm not sure what she'll say. She doesn't want me interacting with boys."
"Well, don't let her know that."
"Are you telling me to lie to my mother?"
"No. I'm telling you to not disclose every single detail about me to her."
She smiled sweetly. Her perfect white teeth showing between her beautiful lips that I was itching to kiss.
"Okay," she said.
"See you at lunch?"
"Sure." The bell rang and we went our separate ways for our classes.
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Blossom's POV
My head was spinning more and more as the weekend approached. All I kept thinking about was being invited by the most popular boy in school to his house.
Saturday's morning sun shone through the windows to my small bedroom. I sprung up from the sheets, made the bed and tidied up everything that seem out of order. Then, I went downstairs and found my mother reading a newspaper in the kitchen.
"Good morning ma," I said.
"Good morning. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Ma, there's something I have to ask you. Is it okay to go to a friend's house to study for a project we're doing?"
Jason was with me now. I held onto him and hoped she wouldn't ask too much questions. I wasn't a very good liar, especially to my mom.
"What friend?" she asked.
"Just a friend at school."
"Does that friend have a name? If something is to happen to you, I would like to know who you were with and where you're going exactly."
I wanted to use Nina's or Sophia's name instead of Jevan's but I decided to tell my mother the truth.
"His name is Jevan."
"His!?" She closed the newspaper and her eyes darted on me like a soaring missile on its target. "What have I told you about boys?"
"That I should stay away from them, but mom, he's my friend, and he's the most popular boy in school."
"I don't care about his popularity! You're not allowed to hang around any boys! Period! And that's that!"
Her 'out-dated' cell phone rang. She picked it up. "Of course. It's not an issue. I can be there in two hours," I caught on.
"Now listen. That was my boss. He needs me to come in today but you're to stay here. You're not going to some boy's house."
"Okay ma," I answered with a tiny attitude. She disappeared upstairs and I pouted my mouth and folded my arms.
In an hour, she was ready and out the door. I looked up at the clock. 10:00 a.m.
I had breakfast and went to the shower, got dressed and waited on the steps outside for Jevan to pull up.
"Right on time," I said when I noticed he had arrived. He got out and opened the door for me and Jason and I got in.
"Hi."
"Hi." He had the cutest smile ever.
I looked out the window as he drove onwards. The dull area where I lived disappeared altogether as the prestigious ones came into view.
Further and further we went until we stopped at a very tall golden gate. Two security guards pulled both sides apart and Jevan drove through it.
"No way," I said to myself when he drove up to the mansion. "Who lives here?" I asked in awe.
"Me, my mom and dad and two other siblings of mine."
He opened the door for me again, took my hand and we walked up to the double doors at the entrance.
He pushed them open and nervousness wrecked my body. I've never seen anything so marvellous before nor been in it.
A golden lit chandelier hung high in the very middle of the ceiling. Luxury furniture were all around me and I was certain they were worth more than my life.
Two staircases, on the opposite sides of each other, looked like they led to Jesus.
I looked up, down and all around me, all the while, Jevan never let go of my hand.
"Welcome to my home," he said.
"Your home is beautiful."
"I think it just got more beautiful, now that you're here."
"Mom!" he called.
Within a few seconds, a beautiful mom emerged from one of the rooms. She had a darling smile on her face.
"Good morning," I quickly greeted her, remembering my manners.
"Good morning. You must be the friend Jevan was talking about. I'm his mom."
