Chapter3
1185 Words
It was official. I hated the sound of my alarm. I wondered why I had set the damn thing. It was Sunday for God's sake. Sundays around here weren't special or great in any way.
I thought Sundays were supposed to be for God. Most people around the estate didn't go to church. The funniest fact was that these same people only remembered God when very bad situations arose.
They made the Islams look more religious and diligent.
I might be among the pagans who missed church for no reason.
I had woken up late, and with a headache too. I stared at the alarm which still made that horrendous beeping sound.
Fuck! So annoying.
I picked it up and tried to put the damn thing off, but it only seemed to worsen my headache.
Frustrated and a little mad, I flung it at the wall. it smashed against the wall then crashed to the ground and stopped beeping, It was broken. But I felt nothing but blissful relief. I ran a hand through my hair as I stood up. I pulled my socks on before exiting my room.
Oh, man! I groaned.
My throat felt dry. I went down the stairs. The house appeared empty.
”Dad? Dad?" I got no answer.
”Lilian? Lilian are you home?" Still, there wasn't an answer.
Oh...they left me all alone again. I sighed, mildly annoyed.
I entered the kitchen and took out the milk carton from the fridge and poured some into a glass. I gulped the milk impatiently, poured another glass, and did justice to that one too.
I wondered why I felt so thirsty. School was to begin tomorrow. That was a bummer—I hated school.
Who invented school? I thought to myself. And why?
But do nerds hate school? I mean according to the stereotype we were known for our intelligence.
Do we even need school?
I checked the time on my phone. It was only 10:30.
Then I remembered: the neighbor's welcoming cake. Today was just the right day to deliver them their banana muffins, I thought.
I went over to where my handheld mixer was kept in the kitchen before I remembered that it was kept almost out of reach. Dad usually helped me get it down without any qualms.
This is just bad timing! I thought.
I brought a stool and climbed on it. I tried to stand properly as I fought to keep my balance. I finally balanced on the stool howbeit precariously. I got the mixer, I grabbed a sigh of relief as I dragged it carefully towards myself. At the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen, I got startled, I tried to look back and lost balance and fell on my butt.
I looked up to find Derick standing in the first. This son of a b—!
I couldn't help but notice he had perfect features. And they said nobody was perfect.
Maybe I would stop believing everything teachers spouted.
Why did he have such curly hair and perfect pointed nose and small—very pink—lips. I supposed he didn't smoke as most teenagers did these days.
And why did he always like to walk into the kitchen without clothes? I mean he is f*****g hot! Look how he made me think all of this within seconds.
He glanced at me without saying a word then he moved to the fridge and took a bottle of chocomel and sandwiches. He turned to leave not minding my current predicament. Why was he so cold towards me?
"Hey," I stammered. But he didn't look back, he just left.
So he was a jerk too, I thought.
I mean did he think he was the pretty boy, I thought with my lips turned up in disgust.
I struggled to stand up. I held the kitchen cabinet to support myself as I stood up, Thank God my mixer was all fine; my body had broken its fall. My phone beeped inside my jeans. I dipped my hand to get it, it was a message from Romeo.
Romeo: I am going to start school soon.
Romeo: maybe tomorrow we could see in school?
I didn't know why I felt awed and happy for Romeo. He struggled to make ends meet all by himself and still go to school. I had to admit I admired him. I stared at the message for a while before I texted back.
Mary: Oh Romeo, congratulations. I am so happy for you. Maybe we can have coffee after school? What do you think?
When I was done, I hit send and put down my phone on the counter.
I immediately took my apron and brought out my egg, sugar, flour, melted butter, baking soda, baking powder, and of course my bananas.
A couple of hours later I was finally done baking and icing. I untied my apron as I cleaned up the mess I had made. After that, I immediately took a quick shower as I put on some home wears. I still wondered why Lilian has insisted I take them the cake myself.
I went to Derrick's room. I knocked on the door.
”I am heading out. I got an errand to run around the estate. You have your spare key, right?” He did not answer.
Of course.
Without saying more, I headed off.
I reached the front door of Melvin's family in a few thanks to speed walking. I heaved a big breath as I rang the doorbell.
I got no answer. I tried it again and this time someone opened the door for me.
It was the jerk from the other day. I tried to put on a big smile, inadvertently showing off my braces before I remembered. I immediately closed them feeling embarrassed.
I stretched the banana muffins toward him.
”Hey? My name is Mary, I live a few blocks away from your house. My mum and dad asked me to bring this over. Just to say welcome to the neighborhood I guess," I said, stretching the muffins to him.
It felt great calling Lilian my mom, maybe I should do that more often.
He looked me over from head to toe. I was sure I was not the kind of girl he talked to. He paved way for me to go in and I did.
Their home looked so different from ours, everything was decorated in black and white.
”Where is your mom? I would like to offer her this." When he failed to answer, I asked, "You don't live with your mum?" I was stunned when he went upstairs without even glancing back.
”Dumb...rude...jerk.” I mumbled.
A middle-aged woman came into the room and I explained to her why I was here. She took the muffins off my hands. She didn't look like his mother but I didn't ask the question.
"Please, don't think too much of his behavior. He just lost his mom," The lady said.
All of a sudden I felt incredibly stupid and mad at myself. I wished I never said anything.
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