Our Insecurities

Chapter Six

Her outfit for the social night was already spread out on the bed when Chisimdi prepared to go take a bath.

With a wrapper tied at the entrance of the corner, she stripped to only her panties before tying a white towel round her slender body. A smile was confidently placed on her face as she poured some water from a gallon into her stainless bucket. Even as she tied her sponge above her boobs to avoid the towel from coming loose and sort for her soap dish, it remained there, lighting up her face. It was little wonder WIll, her immediate elder brother always advised her to laugh more.

"This one you're grinning like this from ear to ear. Who is tickling your fancy baby girl?" Abigail hollered as she stood at the entrance, which prevented Marcena from walking in

"Yeah. What's going on? You've been elated since Wednesday evening," Marcena probed, staring at her corner mate. It was no secret Chisimdi had one of the best skin tone in Ss3, but she seemed to glow even more in the past two days.

"Since Wednesday? And no one cared to tell me?" Abigail questioned, looking from one face to another. She decided to overlook the fact that Marcena was as always butting into their conversation. She had more important things to keep her attention occupied at the moment.

How could she not have noticed? She lifted the wrapper, stepped into the corner and sat on Chisimdi's bed. She waited for Marcena to do the same before speaking.

"Spill Ruby."

Chisimdi rolled her eyes at the use of her pet name. Abigail tended to use that only when she meant business. How ironic. "Well, I'm going to the social night with Li..." she stopped herself.

Deep down, she wanted to tell her, to brag that Liam had finally seen her even without the exaggerated display of interest which other girls did. She really wanted to say that because even though no one was interested in saying it, Abigail was always looking down on others, deciding for them what they could or couldn't do, who they could attract or not. But she had to stop herself, because in the end, the boy in question was someone's boyfriend.

"I'm going to the social night with you guys. Shouldn't I be excited?" she ended up asking instead.

"Since when did you get excited in regards to any social event? The Simdi I know would rather be holed up in her own company. To whence goeth my friend?"

"Your friend didn't go anywhere okay." She placed her soap dish on top of the water in the bucket and watched it float around for a moment. "I'm just interested in what I have missed since the last social night I attended."

Abigail stared at her. She knew Chisimdi was lying. There was an edge to her voice and she was looking everywhere but at the two. The beads of sweat that already gathered on the tip of her nose didn't go unnoticed either. Lying about her reason for being excited only meant one thing.

"Did Liam Michaels ask you out?" Abigail calmly waited for an answer to come from Chisimdi who had suddenly gone rigid. She found it funny that her friends were always surprised whenever she found things out about them. They should already know that she wasn't nicknamed 'queen observer' for no reason.

"No he didn't," Chisimdi replied when her tongue untied. "I already told you why I'm excited, haven't I?"

"Yes he did. And you agreed. Are you in your right senses Ruby? Why did you even agree?" The look on her face was incredulous. Most times, she wondered what her female classmates saw in Liam that had them cooing over him.

"What's that supposed to mean? What's wrong with Liam asking her to the social night? Is there a special reason why she shouldn't have said yes?" It was Marcena that spoke from the top bunk this time. She sincerely wanted to know the answer to her series of question. Chisimdi nodded to show her interest in the answers too.