Jamaican Love Story

Chapter. 3 Secrets

Javon was sending someone to pick me up later. I was nervous and I didn't even know what to wear, I honestly didn't have alot of clothes and I was super skinny so most things didn't really fit me so well. Honestly mi did feel like tell him seh sumn come up and mi naago can get fi badda meet up.

I was a quiet person so I always heard the things people said about me behind my back and I observed alot. I knew that they thought I was weird and I knew that they talked about my dressing especially the girls at school. I was definitely not what u would call a hot gal and alot of things made me feel insecure. I knew he saw that and probably didn't care but tbh it never stop me from feel like mi ano enough.

I went to Immaculate Conception High School and most of the girls there were better off than I was. Sometimes I really needed things for school but I couldn't really afford it. Sometimes Sam gave me money even though most times I didn't want to take any money from her but sometimes I was grateful, sometimes I really needed it. I hated to miss school but there were days I had no choice. My mom was a caretaker and she didn't earn much. I felt so bad for her sometimes. When she had extra time she sold food produce in the market. She had my sister and I to take care of and my dad didn't work. He depended on my mom to do everything and he would always beat her, he was a proper piece of waste man just hate di crawsis man. Sometimes he hit me too but I avoided him at all costs, whenever I knew he would be home I would stay at school a little later on weekends I stayed in my room and only came out when mommy was there.

I still had marks on my skin from where he had hit me and sometimes I couldn't stand to look at them. He was the worst dad ever and I couldn't wait to finish school so I could get a good job and move out. I was working on starting a little tutoring service because most times my mother took care of small kids and sometimes they needed help with homework and even with studying. I was good at it so I was working on turning it into my own business one day. In the meantime I just wanted to finish lower 6th form and get a job woukda save and build my own littke business.

A door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. My guidance counselor walked in. She had requested to speak to me during my lunch time. I was so nervous. I honestly had no clue what it was about but I hoped it wasn't anything bad. She made a quick walk to her desk. She eased her chair out and took a seat facing me now. She took up her file ... started skipping through a few pages while grabbing her glasses. She didn't acknowledge me for a minute then she suddenly looked up.

"Asia! I am so sorry I am late! How are u today, how are your classes?" She was so beautiful and so sweet. She dressed so well I honestly wanted to look like that one day. The lady set so fucking good. She had the most perfect shape and her skin was beautiful. She was one of my favouite teachers.

"They're ok Mrs. Hearn." I said a little shyly

"You must be wondering why this lady cut in my lunch time?" She looked at me expectedly as if expecting for me to agree. I just smiled and shook my head. I usually stayed by myself during my lunch time so it really didn't matter. Usually Sam had music pratice and so for that hour I was usually by myself.

"Not at all miss."

She looked at me from head to toe. I wondered if she was judging me. Was I too skinny to her too? I uneasily started bobbing my left foot and started straightening out my skirt.

"Well I am happy to see you Asia I am glad you are doing ok ... I wanted to talk to you about something but first I want to let you know that everything we talk about is between u and I. Secondly I want to let you know that I am here to help you. That simply means you can tell me anything and you can expect for me to help you moving forward."

She looked me dead in the eye.

"We on the same page?"

I nodded. "Yes miss" A wah she coulda waa talk bout suh? My brain was processing a thousand thoughts per minute.

She pulled up my portfolio and grabbed her glasses. "I notice that both you and Sam are consistently missing school." My heart skipped a beat. She paused and looked up at me. I knew why Sam was missing classes. Sam was a rebel she did whatever she wanted and she always skipped school to be with her boyfriend or to go to music class. 

I immediately started to explain myself. I didn't want people to think that I was missing school for the wrong reasons. Whenever I didn't go it was either beacause I didn't have the money or because my dad beat me and I didn't want anyone to see the scars.

"Well miss honestly is because sometimes I feel sick, I am anemic." I hope she buyed it I didn't want to have to explain the real reason why. I hope she didn't ask me about Sam. 

"Ok ... well Asia ... u cannot continue miss school this much. Are you eating properly or going to the doctor for regular checkups?"

"Yes miss anytime I don't come school is because I have to go to the doctor."

It seemed as if she didn't buy it but she didn't want to pressure it. She looked into my eyes again.

"Ok well ... I will update your records to state the reason for your absence. I will need to speak with your mother as well to see if there is anything else we can do to help you. Maybe a meal plan or changing your doctor. You didn't usually miss school so often so maybe it is a worsening condition."

I didn't say anything I just nodded.

"The number on record is your mother's number right?"

"Yes miss"

"Ok miss Asia very well tell Sam to come to me after school and have a productive rest of the day."

I flew up so quick I was ready to leave.

"Ok I will tell her." I was almost at the door.

"And Asia ..." I turned to acknowledge her "Be careful with him."

I stopped dead in my tracks. What was she kady talking about cause not even Sam mi tell bout Javon

"I know you might be fascinated with that lifestyle but be careful and always protect yourself. You are a smart girl with a bright future, don't do anything silly." It couln't be that she knew about Javon. Wtf how tf she woulda know dat ... unless someone knew that we were talking. I didn't tell anyone so wtf. "I guess u are wondering how I know this." She looked at the watch on my left wrist. The one he gave to me the second time we met up. Fuck did she know him? I had so many questions but none of them would come out of my mouth. She was staring at the watch and I didn't even know why but however she knew ... whatever else she knew one thing was certain di lady know di watch. Like she see it already I started to turn the doorknob.

"Honesly miss idk what u mean."

"I have seen that same watch on another hand and I have seen the hickeys on your neck. Be careful and the last time I sent for Sam she didn't come to my office so tell her that she definitely needs to show up at ny iffice so that we can have a talk. All the best dear."

How did she know it was the same watch? Wtf I was so scared. I didn't know what to think. The watch always looked new to me. I wondered if I should believe her. He was an artiste. I didn't expect better but ... what else did she know?

Who was the other girl? I hated him. I was going to confront him about it when I saw him later. Or play it off. No I was going to tell him to leave me be and dont text back mi phone.