Sisi / Season 2

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"Everyone laughed."

"Poor coach," I sigh, taking another bite, "Your game is when?"

"Next Friday," he answers.

"Remind me," I nod.

We're talking with our mouths full at this point. Cheese dangles on my chin.

"Make sure you go to the barber," I tell him, observing and judging his hair.

"Why?" he shrugs.

"You want girls cheering for you. Not booing."

"I'll just tie it."

I help myself to a napkin and lick my lips for good measure.

"No, Étienne. You cannot just tie it."

"It doesn't matter."

"No," I shake my head insistently, "You're not going embarrass me on that court."

He laughs at my humour. I was dead serious. I don't know who he takes me for.

"Okay, then," he says.

"Not at that clippers place next to Wal-Mart. A professional barber."

"Yeah, but it's like 50 bucks to go to a barber. That's why I don't go."

"When you take care of your looks, you actually can be sexy."

"Thank you."

"You're ugly now. You can take the compliment."

"Oh, if you say so," he sighs, sitting down in front of the TV.

"White boy still lives with his parents looking ass," I roast, "Mom I can't find my tennis shoes looking ass."

"Wow, okay."

I serve myself to a second slice.

"Ghost town on your head looking ass. Desperately needs Head & Shoulders looking ass."

"Grab me one," he says.

I do and sit next to him.

"Can't claim his taxes to the government because he lost his files in his hair looking ass."

He pokes his greasy finger in my face.

"You're. Not. Funny."

"I wasn't trying to be," I say.

·•●⦁·

I reverse in the hallway with my girls. The prof is running on the late side.

"DQ after this?" Alex asks.

"Yup!"

Then my phone beeps.

Jacob texted 'meet me'.

"Damn," I croak.

Alex intrudes, staring at my screen.

"You haven't talken to him yet?"

"Talken? Really Alex?" I give her a look.

"The English language is forever evolving, okay?"

"I'm not sure if I should talk to him," I get back to the matter at hand.

"Go. Do it. Fuck it up."

"It's a good think you're not studying to be a shrink, eh."

"Motivational speaker right here."

"What should I say?" we stare at the screen.

"Say, um. No, wait. You have to take control. Decide where and what time."

I nod, "Right."

So, I text back a simple "N building. 2pm."

"That's good," Alex approves, "If he apologizes, hit him with ultimatums."

"Boys don't like ultimatums."

"What did Rihanna say?" Alex says.

She starts signing her anthem Needed Me.

"You! NeEEeEeeded me!"

I join her.

"Shit," Alex stops. "Prof's here."

·•●⦁·

I stay in the girl's bathroom until 2:16pm. On purpose. I slick my Taupe Mac lipstick on my lips.

I'm ready for the kill. I make my way, leisurely, towards the N building.

I play with my phone, looking busy as hell.

He's there, waiting by the windows.

I feel like I'm in the lead.

"Hey," I say first.

"Hey," he says second.

"So, what's up?"

He shrugs, "Let's chill."

I kiss my teeth and glance at my phone, "I got a Tinder date."

His lips hold in an oncoming laugh.

"Oh?"

I return him a similar smirk, "Give me a reason why I should chill with you?"

"I got a car."

Yesterday's Sisi would find that plenty enough reason. But today, I'm feeling challenging.

"So does..." I check my phone again, "David."

I make things up as I go.

"I got money," he adds.

I look at him like he's stupid. Because he is.

"Like David don't—"

"I can take you anywhere you want and get you anything you want."

I bat my lashes.

"Jacob," I say, "I can take me anywhere I want and get me anything I want."

He grins, licking his bottom lip.

I look at my phone, applying pressure to his ego, "Hurry. David's waiting."

He wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"Come on," he flirts, lowering his voice to my ear, "You know I can fuck you better than David."

I flip my hair, brushing him off in the process.

"Actually, I can fuck myself better that you and David combined."

He gives up, "Let's get pizza."

"Had pizza last night," I wink.

I turn and leave. I feel awesome.