Molded-his first

[3] normal Sunday night

I pray a short morning prayer before getting out of bed and grab my towel before walking out of my dorm to go take a shower.

I probably missed first day assembly and breakfast.

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror noticing I'm not in my clothes but an oversized Bob Burgers t-shirt. Whoever that this thing belongs to can say goodbye to it because it's mine now.

After taking a shower, I change into my uniform and walk to school.

I put my hair in a bun with a swoop.

Memories of last night come to mind making me wanna hit my head against the wall.

I open the large school doors and make my way frown the empty hall. I most definitely missed the register period.

I walk in my English class and everyone stops what they're doing just to look at me.

Why can't people just mind their beeswax?

"You're late" the teacher calls out.

"Sorry miss,"

"Go sit in that empty seat over there." She points to the back of the class.

My eyes widen once I look at the boy next to the empty seat. Of course it's Santino.

I walk over to the seat next to him and sit down before taking my books out of my bag.

"Hey," he greets. I give him a small smile using everything in me not to flip the table over and run outside.

I don't remember much from yesterday but I don't remember how much of a mess it was.

Santino passes me a notepad with a note on it.

"So we're not gonna talk about yesterday?"

I blink twice before taking the pen on his desk and writing.

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday?"

I pass the notepad back.

Let's just play dumb.

"When you kneed me in the nuts then threw up on me."

Gosh, I convinced myself that part was a dream.

"I threw up on you? Sorry must have been someone else, there's a lot of black girls that look like me."

He frowns his eyebrows and looks at me then writes on the notepad.

"It was definitely you."

"Not every black person looks the same, Santino"

Santino rolls his eyes trying to hide his smile.

To be honest I think he's crazy for still talking to me after what I did.

"Come on, how many guys did you throw up on?"

"Probably five, but who's counting."

A smile creeps on his face as he reads what I wrote making me blush.

"I'm sorry for pushing you off."

"I'm sorry for kneeing your balls" I cringe reading what I said then scratch out the world balls and add an eclipse. "And for vomiting on you. And anything else that I did that embarrassed the both of us"

Santonio puts the notepad to her side before asking. "You don't remember?"

"Yeah after humiliating the both of us it all turned into a blur" I answer. "I'm sorry for vomiting on you." I apologize.

"It's ok, besides it is more my fault than it is yours." He shrugs

"What exactly happened after you pushed me?"