Dear diary – 11th March
First thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I wasn’t in my bed, which made my heart skip a beat. I jumped out of bed and noticed I wasn’t wearing my clothes, but his t-shirt. I was losing my mind, tangled up in everything because the last thing I remembered was watching the movie after the kiss.
“Are you OK?” I didn’t hear him getting in.
“So you think I am that cheap? You can just do as you please and take advantage of my trusting you?” I was furious and I know my emotion were getting the best of me.
“OK I am sorry I …” he didn’t finish.
“Always sorry, where are my clothes?”
“Are you going let me explain?” he looked so confused.
“Do I look like I need an explanation?” I went to the bathroom and changed but what was the use, since he undressed me last night. I felt tears burning in my eyes.
“Luna, wait my parents are still…”
I stormed out, slamming the door. I passed the family having breakfast and they all stared at me but I went to the main door paying no attention. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I took a deep breath and stood there, waiting for a miracle so I can get out of this place. I heard Shaquille talking to his mom.
“Mom, I will explain OK…”
He opened the door for me and I rushed out without looking back. I reached my place and fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up it was already late, I checked the weather through the window and it was pouring hard. I was about to check on my books when I heard a knock on the door.
“Who is there?” I asked.
“Aunty Tess,”
Tess was my neighbour and my only closest friend.
“Hey Aunty, how are you?” I said with a smile.
“I am alright my child, but worried about something,” she said.
“What is wrong now?”
“The young man has been in that car, waiting for you for three hours now,” she said with an emotional voice.
“What are you talking about?” I was surprised.
“Don’t hear me wrong, I saw you two the other day and I think you were at his father’s grocery store,”
“Thank you Aunty, I’ll talk to him, just make yourself some coffee, I’ll be back,” I left her in my room and went downstairs. I knocked on the other side of the window and he got out of the car, went to the passenger side and opened the door for me.
“I am sorry for everything,” he looked at me.
“No, I am sorry for the scene I caused in front of your family, it was wrong of me to leave like that instead of hearing you out,” I said looking at him.
“It’s OK, I get it, you were angry and it’s okay to be mad,” he smiled.
“How long have you been here?”
“Couple of minutes,” he said giggling.
“You’re lying,” I smiled at him.
“OK just a few hours OK,”
I looked at him for a moment and I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, regardless of our different ethics. I loved everything about him, especially the way he smiled at me. I loved his flawless skin, his perfect curly hair and hazel eyes; he was just a work of art for me.
“Pizza in my room?” I asked.
“If you insist…”
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