Not My Type 3: Alternate World

54. Benjamin

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What number are you?

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M I C H E L L E
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Walking back from lunch with Monica, I feel someone staring at me. I look back. I don't see anyone.

There's a Porsche across from us.

"You have a secret admirer girlll," Monica smiles.

"You think say we still in a high school?" I kiss my teeth. "You nuh realize say we a' old woman now?"

"Old woman bumpa cock up so?" she stares at my ass dramatically.

I laugh and look down.

"Our daughters are now in relationships. We are old woman," I won't rest my point.

"34 no old to me. Rihanna old?" she turns to me.

"She's older actually," I say.

"Aaaaaat yo," she purposely says making us laugh. I know she did that because we're talking about old.

"You don't normally say that," I furrow my eyebrows.

"That's the point," she grins.

"Alright maybe we're not THAT old," I chuckle and shake my head.

She keeps looking away.

I don't pay attention to her. I just focus on my steps. These heels are uncomfortable and no matter what I still wear them.

All of a sudden yuh want talk bout shoes..

When I'm nervous. I'm in my head. Why am I even nervous?

There's an uncomfortable tension...

"Speaking of that Henry taking me on a date tomorrow evening," I look at her. She's looking in the opposite direction.

Lawd Jesus.

"Excuse me. Are you saying something to me?" Monica ask the person. She's blushing too.

What in the teenager is this?

I don't bother to look.

I hear a deep voice responds. "Your friend intrigue me."

"What you not saying..." I mutter and focus on where I'm going.

Me and Henry back on track.

I rebuke any plan Satan has in place!

"Wah she a say?" he must be staring really hard to realize that I muttered that. If not, he has acute hearing.

I don't look. I just make my way towards the entrance.

"You come back fast," the security smiles. She's my little friend.