FIVE days and FOREVER
Copyright 2017/2018
-Anya Amarachi Jacinth
|ft. Jemery Zucker - Comethru|
Four Days Later
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The week came to an end and I saw no sign of Dennis.
It was Friday and graduation was the next day.
We would finally vacate for the summer before my senior year officially starts.
My play would be performed the next day, meaning esteemed men and women would be there to watch it.
Dennis did a good job in making the story less ambiguous.
It was much easy to direct and follow up.
I wondered when he had the time to go through it and summarize it.
I kept thinking about him.
It was hard not to.
After walking out that night, I never heard from him anymore apart from he was at school, the morning he went MIA.
It's been haunting me.
I just wanted to see him.
The fact that his dad didn't even know of his whereabouts bothered me the most.
And as a girl who thought way too deep, I was scared whether he was... dead.
But, no. He couldn't be.
Everyone was still hanging around after school.
You know? Last day.
Exams finished today and all.
But when I saw Gemma, she avoided me.
I looked at her for some time then decided to finally confront her.
I ran and stood in front of her, "Hey." I blocked her.
She looked at me, "What do you want?"
"Beside the fact that you spread stupid rumours about my play and me, I should be the one acting like a bitch towards you," I stated.
"It's not like what I said weren't true." She rolled her eyes.
I smiled at her, "Some best friend you truly are."
She smiled back, "My fucking pleasure."
"You know what?" I said, already getting fed up with this. "I'm sick of you, Gemma," I said. "Just stay out of my life and don't bitch me or what I do to other people, okay?"
She shrugged, "I'll see if I can do that," She said. "But you're the one always getting all the fucking attention for something you're not even that good at."
"So, what? You're better than me?" I asked.
"Maybe I am," she said. "But people fail to see that because they are blinded by the fact that you exist."
"Then maybe we shouldn't be friends if that's how you feel," I said.
She stared at me, not wanting to come in terms with that.
"Because, to be honest, Gemma. You're an awesome person but if you feel you can't be awesome because of the envy you have for me, just stay out of my life. It'll be better for you. Maybe, that way, your awesomeness can shine brightly." I forced a smile.
She stared at me then after some time, she muttered, "I hate you." Then she went on. "You don't even care about me. You're the worse." Then she brushed past me.
So says the person who was bitching me.
I shook my head and walked down the hall.
I saw Frank in a class and I knew this was my shot.
I guessed.
I went up to him.
He was sitting on the desk with a boy and a girl.
They were in a full conversation.
I took a deep breath.
"Ferdinand," I called.
They all stopped talking and he turned to me.
He recognized me then replied. "Oh, Beyoncé. What's up?"
I didn't bother to correct him again.
Mostly because I enjoyed the fact that he thought I was hot enough to be a Beyoncé.
This was the only good name he had given me so far.
Although, I was honestly not that much of a fan.
"Can we talk?"
He sighed. "See, Beyoncé. I know what you want to ask about."
"Bianca." I finally corrected him.
"Right. Sorry about that." He apologized.
"Let's just come out and talk, okay?" I said.
He thought then looked back at his friends. "I'd be back. Give me a minute. Bella and I have some things to discuss."
The both of us stepped out and he started.
"You've come to me already and I told you. I don't know where Dennis is." He said.
"Why does it seem like you're lying?" I asked.
He only chuckled. "I wouldn't lie to you. Besides, his dad and mine have been on his case since."
"So you're not bothered about his disappearance?" I questioned.
He shrugged. "Why should I? He'll be fine."
I hit my forehead. "You're being so nonchalant right now."
"I'm not." He defended. "Okay, give me your number. So at least, if I hear from him, I can inform you."
"Not like you would." I rolled my eyes.
"Just give me." He groaned and handed me his phone.
I quickly typed my number and handed his phone back to him.
He saved it.
Something clicked in my head and I just had to ask.
"What did you save my number as?" I gritted.
He smiled. "Deleted."
I groaned. "Ugh, You're such a dick."
He laughed. "I'm joking. I saved it as your name. Bianca."
"So, you know my name." I raised my eyebrow at him.
He looked at me as he ignored that statement. "Why did you leave the house that day by the way? My cousin was totally ready to nail you."
I groaned and hit my forehead, ignoring him and already keeping it at the back of my head that Frank takes everyone's urges as sexual ones – and in a rude way.
"I wasn't feeling too well." I didn't lie there.
He soon got a text on his phone then he looked at me.
"I think you should go home."
"I might never get to see him again," I stated clearly.
"But I offered to give you his address. You should have taken it." He said.
"I don't intend on being marked as a crazy house stalker," I said.
"Yeah, and asking for his social media accounts is any different. Why do you want to bang him so bad? There are other dudes in school."
"Frank, I don't want to bang Dennis!" My voice was full of irritation. "I just want to see him and know that he's okay and make sure he's not mad at me and also thank him for rewriting my play. I have to fix things with him." I love him.
He looked at me for some time then pursed his lips. "I get where you're coming from." Then he looked at the floor for some time with a sigh before looking at me. "He hasn't picked any of my calls or replied to any of my texts. He's been cutting me off, too." Then he sighed. "I doubt he's coming back."
That statement actually took a toll on me and for a reason, I felt it was all because of me.
With his eyes still focused on me, he said. "I'm sorry, Bianca."