“02…..09…..10” I repeated this over and over again in my head as i turned my locker lock. My locker was full of pictures of Matthew and I from like seventh grade a few hivi karibuni photos; some band pics, bible verses, wewe know the common things in a teen’s locker.
In science I couldn’t keep myself awake if my life depended on it. Every time I would try to keep my eyes open, my head would fall. And every time I tried to keep my head up, my eyes would close. My lack of energy is probably because Matt and I stayed up til about three talking about his brothers and how his dad got a new girlfriend so fast. His family is kinda all over the place. Some are atheist and then some are die-hard Christians. Some are the most forgiving people wewe will ever meet and others….not so much. It doesn’t really matter to me because I upendo both sides of his family. But I know how hard it is for him.
“Hey Jazzy.” I heard from a distance. It was a girl from my science class, Amber Scott I think is her name.
“Forgot to give wewe this in science.” She alisema with a warm smile and handed me an envelope that read ‘Jazzy’.
“Umm thanks Amber, But what is it?” The smile left her face and an evil grin replaced it. Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “My house. Party. Eight o’clock.” She winked at me and gracefully walked away.
I’m confused. She is always so sweet. I think of the party and Amber Scott, I’m thinking chai party. It guess it just goes to onyesha that not everyone is who they say they are.
In study hall I had time to read the invite. It wasn’t covered in girly uandishi au pretty flowers. I’m zaidi confused. It was Thursday and I had nothing to do tonight. I never went to parties alone because that’s just pathetic, I either went with the current BF au Matt. I’m rid’n solo right now so I’m going with Matt. But I don’t actually know if Amber would want Matt there because of the whole cafeteria incident the other day. I’m just gonna text her and see if this invite can count for an escort.
When the kengele rang at 3:15 I was in kinda of a rush to get home.So I forgot to text Amber.It was six already I figured I might as well text her to see if Matt going was okay. (It better be cause I already told him he was going.) A took a while for her to respond but when she finally did she alisema that it was no problem that Matt was going. She alisema she kind of predicted I would go with him anyway. I took that kind of offense. It’s like she’s saying I’m predictable. I don’t think I’m predictable. I’m pretty spontaneous. Whatever.
At exactly 7:45 Matthew was at my house. I gotta admit, he did look pretty cute. It wasn’t that type of guy who wore eyeliner au skinny jeans au even Vans. But he also isn’t the guy would see sagg’n his pants and rapping along to Lil Wayne. He may have looked “out-of-style-” to all the freaks roaming around the mall these days but to me he looked normal and cute. Me on the other hand did like to wear eyeliner and skinny jeans and Vans. My hair was perfectly short and curled, my bangs straightened. I wore my inayopendelewa band t-shirt. Some dark denim and black checkered Vans.
“You look pretty.” He had a satisfied smile.
“And so do you.” I laughed a little and smiled back.
“You ready to go to the first party of the semester?”
“Yup, this is the beginning of it all.”
We both smiled.