School the next day brought me face to face with an angry Jamille.
"Allona Olu-Davies!" Gosh I didn't like an angry Jamille, actually nobody does.
"Hey Jamille. What's up?" I said casually.
"What's up? I called you five times yesterday, sent two texts and you never replied any." She looked at me for some explanation.
"Oh! Uhm.... Well you see.. I kinda didn't really care about my phone yesterday cos some things came up and whew! Mumbo jumbo limbo this and that and I slept off without even knowing where my phone was." I said muttering a whole load of rubbish. I'm such a sucker at making up excuses.
Jamille wasn't buying that story though. She looked at me, in close scrutiny then she spoke, "what happened with your mom yesterday?"
She knows all about me and mom's issues but its not every time you want to pour out your troubles on your friend so I just told her, "nothing much. Just the usual bickering and grudges."
"Oh! Don't worry, you'll get through it" she said and rubbed my shoulders. "Thanks Jay."
The bell disrupted our conversation so we headed for class. First period was English. This was the second week of my senior year and it was promising.
My school life was normal. I wasn't popular and I wasn't a geek, I was just a normal random student. Which meant I don't get to be all flashy and bitchy and I don't get picked on either. Let's just say I was pretty much invisible. Although Jamille's life was totally different from mine.
Jamille Grey was bold and opinionated. The kind of girl who stands for what she believes and didn't take trash from anyone. Nobody messes with Jamille. No one.
Alright! I'm snapped out of my reverie and praise for Jamille by the teacher's loud entry into the class. Mrs Wallace had an air around her that commanded reverence and an aura that demanded obedience. So it was no wonder when she walked into the class, only her footsteps could be heard. Then someone hurriedly rushed in after her. It was Jayce Claude. Mrs Wallace had a rule- once she was in the class and she had shut the door, no student was allowed to enter. So if you were late, you missed class for that day. No wonder Jayce rushed in.
"Master Claude. Can you give me one good reason for your irritable tardiness?" Mrs Wallace believed because she taught English, she was supposed to act English so she called everyone by their last name and title and spoke with an accent which we all believed to be fake. She walked with her chin up and observed all the English laws of propriety and etiquette. Let's just say she travelled through the time machine from the 18th century.
And now, Jayce Claude. Jayce was the star of the school's football team. Straight A student and popular with the girls. And by the girls I mean every other girl excluding me and probably Jamille because she already has a boyfriend. Jayce replied, "Ma'am I am absolutely remorseful for my irritable tardiness. The most tragic of situations occured. I plead this would never repeat itself."
"Very well then, you may have your seat." Mrs Wallace said satisfied with his response.
Jayce walked to his seat with his chin up and his chest out, a perfect imitation of the teacher which made everyone laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Perhaps my irritable tardiness?"
"Oh students! Always making fun of one another. Let's carry on with the business for today." If only she knew she was been made fun of.
We were almost done with the class when someone tapped me on my shoulder to pass a note. As I turned I noticed Diane, school's popular sweetheart, glaring at me. I wonder what was in the note.
Hi. I need your help with English especially this poetry aspect so I was hoping you'd meet me at the Library after school today. Thanks. Jayce.
I turned to look at him, he smiled and raised a brow and I returned it with a curt nod. Diane rolled her eyes... No wonder she was glaring. She used to be Jayce's girlfriend until they broke up two weeks ago leaving every single girl fan-girling over him. I totally didn't get the point!
The bell rang signalling the end of the class. Everyone rushed out of the class like prisoners breaking free. What a morning!
