*I'm the drug in your veins
Just fight through the pain.*
"That old man needs to appreciate his blackness. Shoot he is blessed, you hear me blessed." Bryce says to me while he does this weird hand movement that makes it seem like he's waving an imaginary wand.
"I hear you Bryce. Loud and clear." I mumble.
Me and Bryce are watching the Boondocks on Netflix while laying on my bed.
Someone knocks on my door.
"Come in," I say loudly.
"Delani, I just want to tell you that dinner is almost ready. Bryce are you staying?" It's Maribeth my mom.
Bryce gets up, "Thank you, But I'll have to pass. Momma waiting for me at home."
Maribeth nods and leaves my room.
"I'll be here to pick you up in the morning." Bryce says and kisses my cheek.
I nod as he walks out my door. "Love you!" I yell.
I hear him chuckle a little, "Love you too, Lani." He yells back.
I pause my show and run to the shower, nearly falling on my face.
Once I get out I put on some undergarments and get dressed in gym shorts and a tank top.
"What's fa dinna." I say dancing into the kitchen.
Maribeth smile, "Well since it was your first day of 11th grade, I figured we should make your favorite food."
"Shrimp Fettuccine." I shriek.
"Yup, go grab the plates and cups."
We rarely have shrimp Fettuccine, I don't know why. But when we do I get hyped.
We make our plates and I fill our cups with mango green tea. (You should try it, Its bomb af.)
We go sit at the table and say our little grace, 'god is Grace, god is good, Thank him for this food, amen'.
I swirl some noodles on my fork and take a bite.
Oh god.
"So, how was your first day of 11th grade."
I shrug, "Nothing, special it was just school."
She frowns, "Really? But it was your first day of 11th grade."
"Exactly, 11th grade. You're making it seem as if in a senior."
"You might as well be, with your grades."
"Ha, you're telling me."
"So nothing happened that's worth talking about?" She won't stop till I tell her something.
I think for a minute and remember Mr. Tesfaye, "Oh yeah, there's this new math teacher that I have. And every one is like crazy about him."
"Really, what's his name?"
"Mr. Tesfaye."
"Hm. And why do you say everyone is crazy about him?"
"Because, all I heard today was how hot Mr. Tesfaye is. I mean he is good looking and all, but they over exaggerate." I lie.
"Okay, Lani, let's play that game."
"What game?"
"The game, where you don't express how you really feel. If everyone is saying how hot he is, then you know damn well he is hot. And not just "good looking"."
