Caught in the Rainy Season(COMPLETED)

Chapter 5

“"Dameon is waiting for you outside,” Kalliesha announced as she walked into the room.

“He’s back again!” I replied, feeling annoyed.

“Look, I’m just saying this: Dameon isn’t playing games,” Kalliesha insisted.

“So you’re saying I’m just overthinking his actions?” I retorted, trying to clarify my feelings.

“Not exactly.”

“Do you think he’s toying with me? It’s so confusing. All of you say the same thing.”

“What if I really go through with my plan—” She quickly interrupted me.

“I’m telling you, don’t go through with it. You’ll only end up hurt. Think about it, Taniesha: you don’t want to get hurt by him, yet you’re considering doing something that will definitely hurt you,” she advised.

“It’s such a mess. It literally gives me a headache,” I said, holding my head and closing my eyes.

“It’s our fault,” I heard Kalliesha whisper.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” I lifted my head.

“I said our professor is here. Do you want me to excuse you?” I glanced at the door, unsure who our professor was since I still hadn’t memorized the schedule.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll just be late for the lecture,” I shook my head.

“You’re such a lucky one! Just call me if you can’t handle it anymore; I’ll take you to the clinic,” she said, and I nodded in agreement.

As I listened, I hoped the headache would gradually fade so I could focus on the lesson, especially since it was Business Economics.

“I don’t get it. How did that happen?” Kalliesha complained as she stared at the board.

After two hours of class, our professor dismissed us. Kalliesha invited me to go see Vinesha in the other building.

Kalliesha and I were first-year college students, while my sister was in Grade 11.

But I immediately regretted agreeing to go because as soon as I opened the door, Dameon approached me. I almost backed away, but he quickly yet gently grabbed my hand.

I looked at Kalliesha for help, but she had already walked over to the other side to exit.

“What now, Dameon? I told you to leave me alone!” I struggled to pull my hand away.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t, especially with so many students in the hallway during break time.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were still angry,” he released his grip.

I thought he was going to leave, but then he pulled something from his other hand.

“Here’s your tuna sandwich. It’s from my mom; it’s your favorite,” he said, handing it to me. I didn’t want to take it, but he placed it in my hand.

“Why would your mom make this for me? She doesn’t even know me,” I asked curiously.

He mumbled something I couldn’t hear clearly, so I didn’t understand.

“Did you say something?” I pressed, but all I got was a shake of his head in response.

“Alright, I’ll take my leave. Just to make sure you eat this. Goodbye,” he said, quickly running away.

I went back inside and set the sandwich down. What should I do with this?

I decided to eat it; it would be a waste otherwise. As I chewed, I found the taste familiar, as if I had tried it before but couldn’t remember where.