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XVII

Wake Up -YBN Nahmir

SYMERE:

Symere's House: Boulder Vista, Georgia

While Jordan was the last person I wanted to call to get a ride from, the ride with him was definitely... awkward. I don't know, maybe just comparing it to my other car ride with Jordan, which was fun as hell, made the ride back from Atlanta worse. This is what I was describing to Montero on Monday night after I got back:

SYSY💓
bro jordan just gave me a ride back home

MONTYYY🥺💖
why were you with that bitch bae

SYSY💓
long story ill tell you tmrw mi amor

MONTYYY🥺💖
awwwww you're so precious when you speak Spanish

SYSY💓
not as adorable as u🥺

MONTYYY🥺💖
bitchhhhhhh stop lyinnnnn🥴

SYSY💓
noooooo im nottttttt

MONTYYY🥺💖
well, we'll find out who's more adorable in the bathroom tomorrow afternoon😳👀

SYSY💓
oooooo betttttt💝💝

I was happy to see that Montero cared; it gave me so much more confidence than the amount that I had with Jordan. But even though I loved Montero and his personality, and especially his lips, there was still one thing that I refused to admit, but felt running through my body all the time: I was still madly in love with Jordan, even if he didn't like me. Or, did he really?

"Symere, if he really 'hates' you, he wouldn't have driven all the way to Centennial Olympic to pick your lame ass up on a motherfuckin' school night." I began to think to myself. With that thought, I really began to consider how he really felt. The whole situation with Jordan was really stressful and confusing; after all, Jordan was a confusing person. In the end, I decided to use my favorite coping "device": sleeping.

I reflected on my thoughts from the previous night while in the lunch line on Tuesday. The ideas had been ringing throughout my head even in my sleep, so having to do something about it was almost inevitable. What I was going to do, though, I had absolutely no idea.

I got my lunch, and travelled to the lunch table, where I had a couple of questions for Miles and Rakim. I plopped down next to Monty, who faced towards me, his face beaming with his beautiful smile. He hugged me tightly, saying: "Hi SySy."

I blushed once he did this, and squeezed him back. I clung to him like a koala to a tree branch; Monty was just such a huggable person- I couldn't even explain it in words. After I released my loving grip on Monty, my sightline shifted towards Miles and Rakim. Not only was I about to confront them about last night, but they weren't there this morning, and I had to sit and talk with Sheyaa's ass all morning, which don't get me wrong, I love Sheyaa, but goddamn, he was difficult to talk to sometimes. Like, I don't know how one person can say "Ya' know wha' I'm sayin'?" as many times as Sheyaa can, and that concerns me.

Rakim and Miles noticed my stare, and began to do the same back to me. Monty noticed the altercation, and started to imitate me in a humorous way. After this had continued for at least thirty seconds straight, Miles cracked a smile and started laughing his weird but hilarious laugh as his straight face regressed. Rakim did the same, followed by both me and Monty. I swear to god, Miles sounded like a fucking Windex bottle when he laughed, and I couldn't help but crack up when I heard it.  Nothing would ever top how cute Jordan's laugh was though. Fuck, I had to stop thinking about him. He wasn't thinking about me.