Becca's Moments

Chapter Forty

Becca

A few months had passed, and a lot had changed.

Okay, not much. I'm lying.

It was the ending of another chilly month. Christmas and New Years had been exceptionally enjoyable. The days spent with family and friends were something to remember. Now, entering yet another windy month of February, I was hoping for a fresh start full of success and normality.

I vowed to myself that I would prevent any more drama entering my life. While clinking glasses with the girls on December 31st, I took an oath to dedicate the year 2013 to changing my life for the better. It was a New Year’s resolution that I couldn't afford to fuck up.

Sadly, Uncle Clayton, Diamond and Claycia would be leaving at the end of the month to head back to Jamaica. It's gonna be odd without them around. I had gotten used to Claycia drifting around the house. I was used to Diamond's erotic dance routines (despite the fact she's only 10). I was especially used to Uncle Clayton's loudmouth and overprotective ways. They had become part of our home, and I was definitely gonna miss them.

I had met up with Stacey before she headed back to Manchester a few weeks back. She seemed really ecstatic from the last time I saw her: something about winning a case. I decided not to pry, simply cos of the fact that she’s fucking weird. It was bait how she and Javon were together, but Javon was acting off. Apparently Stacey wasn’t talking to him. I found it adorable how they’ve already experienced their first row. I warned her that he was a prick, anyway.

I saw Kayden on a late Thursday afternoon last month. I had just finished work and decided to stop off at the Chinese shop for some food. Unfortunately for me, he happened to be in the queue. He saw me, but we didn’t exchange any words. I found it odd that he didn’t attempt to speak to me, not even once.

Not that I cared...

I don’t. Whatever init.

This is what I wanted in the first place; to be able to move on and just forget about him. It’s hard, but eventually he would find someone else and completely forget about me—and vice versa. I have to admit, I was somewhat grateful that he didn’t bother me when I bumped into him in the street one other time. He merely gazed at me with soft eyes and continued walking. He didn’t say one word to me.

I shouldn’t even care.

I don’t. Like I said...whatever.

A part of me wanted to converse with Kayden again; just as friends, nothing more. I miss that friendship we had before all this mess started...before he left. Something in me knew deep down that we were better off as friends, but that yearning lust I had for him overpowered my rationality. Sometimes I would go through my phone and hover over his number, just to stare at it. I would always have an inward battle to decide whether to delete his number or not, but I end up throwing my phone instead.

Tyreece has been acting hostile ever since that night. He refused to please me properly, and whenever I was close enough...he’d stop. It was frustrating, and very obvious that he was only doing it to prove a point. The odd time we’d crack jokes and go on outings, but that was about it. I couldn’t really blame him for his behaviour, but I couldn’t help but wonder how long he would keep this up. It was clear that he wanted intimacy as much as I did, but he really wanted to punish me...and it was working.

February the 8th. I grumbled insults to myself about the stupid manager, Mr. Smith, as I continued to clear the counter. The dickhead had put me on overtime without my consent. I had a couple hours left of my shift, and I couldn’t wait to get home and terrorise Andre. It had been a while!