Adaeze

21

The class ended and I surprisingly had three pages of notes.

Was it all bullshit? I don't know. Probably. It was definitely shit he said though.

We started packing up our stuff.
I waited for Adaeze since she had more stuff to put away than me.

She did a double take when she noticed I was looking at her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing. You're just pretty." I stated.
"Stop it..." she whined and smiled.
I snickered while she stood up and put her large purse on her shoulder.
I got up and threw my bag on mine.

"You're about to go to your second class, aren't you?" I asked Daisy.
"I have ten minutes before then."
"That's not enough time."
"For what?" she wondered and looked at me.
"I wanted us to get lunch. But I guess I'll wait until you're done."
"Okay."

We were separated when two people squeezed in front of me on the staircase.

I realized I recognized them and sucked my teeth.
Then I felt that there was someone next to me.

"Koda."
I looked to my right.
"Can we talk?" she asked.
"No."
"Koda, please?" She grabbed my arm once we got down the stairs. I snatched it back in the middle of everyone walking past us and leaving the room.
"Don't touch me, dude."
"I just wanna talk to you..." she pouted.
"I don't care."
I started walking off again.

She grabbed my hand in one of hers and her other one held my arm.
"You're not still mad at me, are you?" she asked.
"Reagan, stop fucking touching me!" I snatched my arm back again.

"Koda?" I looked towards the door and saw Adaeze standing there.
I walked over to her.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yea, come on." I took her hand and pulled her behind me so we wouldn't stay in that room with Reagan.

"Was she your friend?" Daisy asked.
"No."
"Oh...I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation."
"Anytime you ever see her talking to me, interrupt. I don't wanna talk to her." I stated.
"Why?"
"I don't like her."
"Oh...She's a bad person?"
"Yea."
"Ah."

I looked down and noticed that even though we'd left the room, we were still walking with our hands together.
She noticed too and took her hand out.
"Sorry." I stated.
"Don't be. But you should not hold my hand until my nails are done." she said.
I snickered. "What? Why?"
"Because I want to have pretty hands when you hold them."
"Your hands are always pretty."
"No, no. They need to be done."
I scoffed. "Alright."
"Is there a nail shop by your home?" she wondered.
"Yea. My mom goes every so often. You should probably ask her."
"Okay."

She stopped and stood in front of me.

I looked.
"I have to go to class now. Lunch afterwards?" she asked.
"Yea." I smiled.
"Good. Bye, sexy." She smiled at me while she walked off.
I could fall to my knees.

I looked straight and saw Dylan approaching me.

"What's up?" he said and we dapped.
He looked past me and I turned my head to see Daisy.

Oh my god, she looks so fuckin' good in that dress...

She looks good in every dress...

"Damn, you two are matching already?" Dylan asked.
"It was a coincidence." I explained.

I wonder how long that class is. I don't think she told me. I think she was out after an hour but I don't know.

"Ko..."
"Huh?" I answered.
"You're staring, bro." he snickered.
I looked at him. Then back at her and saw her go inside her building. I looked back at Dylan.
"What?" I asked.
"Wow."
"What?" I repeated.
"You're gone."
"What're you talking about?" We started walking.
"You're not in sweats."
"So?"
He just stared at me.

I sat down at our usual picnic table.

"Are we sitting here because you want to or because you're waiting for her?" Dylan asked.
"Can you shut up? I'm sitting here because it's in the shade."
"Alright." He sat across from me.

I just sat there and got on my phone.

"What's been up with you two?" he asked and broke the silence. "Still not gonna do anything?"
"We have a date Friday."
"Really?! Wait, did she ask...?"
"I asked."
"You fucking liar! You said you weren't gonna make a move!"
"Obviously I'm a fucking liar, dumbass! She's hot and funny and I'm single!" I explained and put my phone down.
He rolled his eyes.

"She's so fucking cute, dude." I laid my head down in my arms. I groaned in frustration about it.
"She's not even your girlfriend and you're already a simp?"
"I'll beat your fucking ass in the middle of this quad." I pointed with my head still down.
"I was joking!"
I put my hand down.

"Where's the date at?" he asked.
"I don't know yet. I asked in the middle of class."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Why not? She was right there. And...I saw Reagan...so I kind of-..."
"Reagan's in your class?!"
"Did I not tell you that?" I asked and raised my head.
"No!"
"Yea, she's in there. Her friends too. Siobhan and Hannah. And Kevin."
"Kevin's such a fuckin' tool."
"Isn't he tryin' to fuck with Hannah?" I asked. "I know she's had a crush on him for like two years."
"I heard him and Reagan fucked over the summer so I guess not." He shrugged.
I scoffed. "And she tried to get me to talk to her after class. She's clearly not fucking worried about me."
"She did?"
"Yea, the fucking psychopath and her friends split up me and Adaeze so she could talk to me. She kept grabbing me and everything until I just snapped. Then Adaeze came back and I left with her."
"Damn."
"I haven't fucked a single person since we broke up. Not even a rebound. And she already fucked her friend? And that's probably not all." I stated.
"Wouldn't be surprised if she fucked him while you two were together too."
I stared at him.
"Sorry..."
I sighed and laid my head back down in my arms.