Say No More

chapter 7 - DROP DEAD!

The dinner.

*Angelina*

Well the muster was great and splendid alright but I hadn't deciphered it would be filled with so many grown-ups. No really, half the people in attendance were Mr. Andersons age and the rest bunch of ornerish African codgers. Where are the young people in this field? Oh! There's one young man, slightly older than I am telling by his beard. Is he serving as a waiter? So much for leaders of tomorrow huh! The discrepancy.

The dishes were not all exquisite per se, some I found quite odd but I liked the fish although I saw Evans from across the table make a face of it. I shot him a smirk in return. The real humdinger was the white very solid and sort of sticky meal, wow! It was like cornmeal porridge but only very solid, Ugali they called it. Of course I wouldn't dare indulge.

Those I could manage to identify present were Jessica and her Mom at the far right side of the table, some members I reckon belong to the UN organization intending to branch here spearheaded by Evans dad, Mr. Anderson who sat next to his wife. Jake was right next to her but I couldn't help notice the keen interest he'd taken in that far right end. Once or twice he'd check his phone then get back to it. He was basically staring. BOYS!

Evans and Edwin were sat directly across me, they kept muttering stuff,

"You know what's better than boxing?" I'd read Ed's lips.

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Hot-boxing!" Ed answered with a low pitched giggle.

And this would send Evans expectorating into his napkins as he tried to contain his chuckles, but it was not enough to hide the dimples..... this boy was something else, sheesh!

Edwin seemed to have a thing to say about everything he tasted. Can be a handful that one when it came to mindless banter, but I presume Evans likes him that way, explains how he balmed the way for Ed to be here.

Now I"d hate to sound as Jake but if Ed was a dark berry, next to him sat sweeter juice all the way to the end of the table to the left. They must be the partners pops was talking about.

Next time Ill wrestle Ed for a seat next to my bestie, I mean, sheesh!

"Why do you peer across the room pale faced? You trying to find someone?" Zel interrupts my thoughts.

Id almost forgotten we were sat right next to each other and with mom and dad to his left.

No, Just a little daunted by this place. I replied. "Well, I'd anticipated most of everything really," he said getting back to his phone and continuing, "Did you know that a jelly fish has no brain? Just a diffuse net of nerve cells distributed across their squishy bodies"

Zel is the only guy I know who could never handle a normal conversation. This is why Ill wrestle Ed if I have to, I mean, " "Really Denzel!"

"I know right!" he said grinning.

Did my whisper insinuate me to being a fanatic of his utterly lost cause or is he deluded.

"It's just unbelievable you're getting fazed by mere Google facts presently but at least now I have a new nickname--jellyfish at my disposal."

Its not so lost after all.

*Jake

Its half past 8 on my phone, and I'm almost leaving this dinner table. I bet most of my peers here have the same feels. I just need to hint Jessica the only other 15 year old in the room to come join me off to some balcony or hallway. Ugh! Why isn't she glancing not once to my direction? Probably my ugly as a wall brother petrifies her eyes. There's something special about her I know it. if looks could kill I could drop dead.

Ill probably engage that which occupies her rightful place within me for a few.

Maybe I'm just a fool,

Cant help it when I'm close to you;

Where nothing is everything that's keeping me away

When I think you aren't ready to come my way

I love you with all my intellect,

All my senses and nerves its you they select!

Point where rubber meets the road and I'm still erect.

Such poor poetry, I assure you Jess, my desire supersedes what the words fail to reveal. No doubt you're more beautiful than any of my compositions. They are passionate and sincere, but a little unrealistic, a little too dramatic for real life. I am but a novice, staring at you ignites this strikingly Eww! Poems. I'm at sixes and sevens as to whether Id ever show you any of my pieces. See writing love poems, if I could use a more memorable metaphor, is like making cookies with wheat germ--its supposed to be the real thing but doesn't taste quite right.

My brother knows this best, especially how he stutters around Angelina lately.

I can see what's happening, and they don't have a clue. They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line, our trios down to two. The sweet caress of this twilight, there's magic everywhere. And with all this romantic atmosphere, disasters in the air.

Wow! I should probably write that down.

Unsettled, I opt to wander off and holy shitsnacks! Jess happened to look my way. Just when Id given up all hope of adducing my interests to us sharing a moment.

Why is my heart speeding?

I never quite figured the effect locking eyes has on me. Isn't she a goddess? Id mull over. Sensing some bulge in my jeans probably a mild hard on, really weenie, I nodded my head to signal a wanna bounce. Came out more like I was an epileptic but I'm not, and so I walked off past the door to the rear of the building with hopes. Lots of those. Like a jillion, yep! A Jill to the ion hopes. No pun intended.

I began to fashion my eloquence. I intend to shun all possible awkward endings to this. If at all she shows.

Well probably stroam so of course Ill try to score.

That's my ideal norm, how I'm built right to the core. On my default, I should wait for hints with all in store. Heavy on that key gnome; Hit and leave it super sore.

Oh! Right, classic perv.

"Hey you," her lush voice ceased my turmoil, I could listen to it all day. And if looks could kill, I could as well have dropped dead.

PS:

Wooooouuuuuzzzzzzaaaaaah guyss.

Really intending to finish this book before I'm 70.

If you get a chance to read this, I hope you get to feel some growth from the previously done chapters.

And Yep! I'm terribly sorry you had to wait. Y'all have no idea how much medicine can deny someone.

@cheri_gee there's this jam, shheeshh!

Bad Bitch Anthem - Young M.A.

cheerio.!!