Navia And Destiny

Love ya too

A black car pulled up by the front of the Jacobs residence.
A tall built man in an all black suit walked out of it, a jewellery box in hand.
He made his way to the front door and had his attention caught by a light blue parcel by the doorstep.
He went to pick up a scribbled on ripped out paper.
He squinted his eyes as he read in a mumble of an English accent.

Hey Bert, it's Navia. Not gonna make it to Destiny's function or whatever you call it but since you're in the neighborhood, could you be a peach and delivery this for me? Thanks!

The man shook his head and sighed.

"Oh Navia."
...

"So yeah, I ventured into teaching because I love kids. Absolutely adore them. Why don't-why don't I have my own? Well, I'm just waiting on the right man to walk right into my office."

Bertrand smiled awkwardly as Vice Principal Carmichael gave herself a high-five and laughed at her own statement as if it was the most amusing thing on Earth.

Bertrand could think of so many things funnier than what she said.
Millions of things actually.

She sat with the end of the her pen between both sets of incisors and bent her head to look at Bertrand through the gap between her glasses and her skull.

Everytime Bertrand came to Brownhill high, he was trapped in the office of the  vice principal who made sure to point out each time, that she was single.

"I've always been a fan of having mixed kids. Like, I'm American by birth and citizenship and I'd love to have children with an English man."

"I'm not sure that's"-

"What'd you say your last name was again?"

Bertrand pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Walsch."

"See? Walsch. I mean, who wouldn't want that at the end of their full name am I right?"

"Sorry Miss Carmichael but"-

"Oh please Berty, you can call me Karen. We've been through this. And can I call you that? Berty?"

"Sure," he responded through gritted teeth. "Listen, as much as I've enjoyed our rather uh...involving conversation, I'm still asking if you can call Destiny here."

"Right!"she said as she reached for the microphone rather slowly. "My mind sometimes wanders to the funniest places. Have I ever told you about..."

Bertrand sighed as Vice Principal Carmichael went on and on about how she suffered a severe concussion at the age of six.

Again, Bertrand managed to think of the many things he'd rather listen to.

Millions of things.

...

Destiny sat, arms folded, on a desk of one of the classrooms, swinging her legs.
She heard footsteps rush closer and closer until by the door stood her best friend, Yasmin Ibrahim.

"There you are. I don't know if you were told, but the drama club suggestion for a Cinderella remake was denied so why'd you run out like that?"

Destiny stared at her feet that swung back and forth...back and forth.

"She didn't come."

Yasmin furrowed her brows and hoisted herself up onto the desk next to Destiny.

"Well, no surprise there huh?"

Yasmin listened for a laugh that would correspond with her joke but was only met by silence and a few sniffs.

"I thought she'd make it. I thought-I thought dad was right... that the past was just a slip up and she wasn't gonna miss it for the world. I thought..."