Then Came You

Chapter 5

It was my last class of the day which was journalism. I've been looking forward to this class ever since I laid eyes on my schedule but I had absolutely no focus or motivation.

Each person in the class was given a topic to research and write about. I was given sports, which I had zero knowledge in. I've been staring at Google's homepage for about a good eight minutes with zero thoughts in my brain but Elliot.

Why did he have to join the debate team? What was in it for him? I know for sure there was nothing in his empty brain but football crap.

What made him wanna debate? Was he doing it to piss me off? Because if he was, it was totally working. Every single situation me and Elliot have been in, led to me getting pissed off and him walking away making me look stupid with his annoying chuckle. God did that chuckle really piss me off.

I tried taking my mind off of him, and searched up some articles. My eyes kept shifting over to the time, since the class was short due to it being more of an elective class than academic. It was close to being the end of the day and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself into bed.

A couple of minutes passed and I was interrupted by the bell.

"Shit" I muttered under my breath. I have gotten zero work done, as I spent my time staring at the sentences that filled the computer screen.

Grabbing my belongings I rushed my way out of class before having to have a dreadful conversation with the teacher that kept looking at me as if she never saw a black girl before, which made me realize I would be around mainly white people for the rest of my high school years.

I shook the thoughts out my head and stopped in my tracks once I realized the halls were full of students.

  How many kids go to this damn school?

  I've seen the halls pretty full but not this full. I made my way through a couple of students and walked towards the staircase heading straight for the double big door.

My dad offered to pick me up but I rejected his offer. I needed to learn how to take the bus one way or the other, and listening to music on a bus ride was one of the few things I enjoyed that interfered with me being outside of the house.

Walking through the huge double doors I was greeted by the familiar Texas heat and sun that I strongly did not miss while being in a building full of expensive air conditioning. Squinting my eyes I made my way down the steps and froze once I got to the last step. I didn't actually know where to go now. I didn't remember seeing a bus stop on my ride here and now I was stuck. I couldn't call my dad because he already took his shift since I declined his offer to pick me up, and Deja didn't have a car. I was fucked.

"Imani!" The sound of my name made me look up from my contact list, which I never realized was so little. It was Avery. She was in the driver seat of a Huge white G-Wagon with Paisley on her right side in the passenger seat with cat eye sunglasses over her eyes and her feet up on the dashboard. Mal was leaning on the left door frame.

That car is a beauty.

"Hey." I shouted from a distance making my way over to them with my hand hovering the top of my forehead to block the sunlight from straining my eyes.

"Where are you headed?" Mal asked.

"Well, I was trying to look for the bus stop, but it is clearly nowhere to be found." I said scanning the parking lot once more. Paisley scoffed,

"Bus stop? You're not gonna find one around here unless you're willing to walk a good amount of miles from the school to get to one."

"Seriously?"