The Rain God.

2.

The music stopped playing from my phone and I got a notification; a text message.

"So what are you doing?" Erica texted, a girl I met in my art class today.

"Just listening to music, wby?" I replied.

The music resumed and my head bobbed back and forth feeling the beat of the song.

"London!"

The beat got faster and faster and I jumped off my bed starting to dance. "Ooh baby!" I sang. I started to sway my hips back and forth. My signature moves. I placed my hands on my knees and moved my bottom up and down to the beat. "Twerk, twerk, twerk, that ass!" I yelled to myself over the music.

Suddenly, I felt another presence in the room. I looked towards the door and saw Jade and my mom laughing their heads off. I immediately threw the headphones onto the bed. "Hey?" I gave the most fake smile ever.

"What was that?" Jade giggled, mimicking my moves.

"Ain't nobody wants to see you shake your booty! Better shake some sense in your head!" My mom shook her head but still was cracking up. "Many boys do." I replied just to see her reaction, knowing damn well nobody wants to see me attempt to twerk.

"Aha they do? Well you better keep those dances to yourself, I'm too young to be a grandmother!"

"And I'm too young to be a mother."

"Yeah that too! I'm the only mother in the house."

"It will stay like that, mom. Now can Jade and I be alone?"

"So now you're lesbian?"

"Mom, no! What?"

"I'm just kidding, ha, have fun!" She shut the door behind her.

"My mother is so crazy." I sighed. "Hey, I'm not complaining, I love her!" She smiled. I rolled my eyes and looked towards Jade.

"So what brings my princess Jadey here today?" I asked her, unplugging the headphones from my phone because it was still playing music. "Well a lot of reasons but first, were you practicing twerking for Zayn?"

"Oh my goodness!" I slapped my hand against my forehead. "Speaking of Zayn, he's in my French class. He's really smart to be honest. He speaks really fluent French." She walked towards my bed and laid her body down.

"And you're telling me because?"

"Because you like him? Wouldn't you'd like to keep up with a boy you like?" She gave me some sort of duh face.

"I mean yeah, but you guys don't have to rub this in my face like this."

"Okay, Mrs. Malik." She snapped her fingers.

"Malik? Is that his last name?"

"Sure thing and yours too." She nodded.

"That's weird because in art class Mrs. Green said that name and I thought it was just another Zayn in the school. He didn't show up to that class."

"What period was that?"

"Eighth the last one."

"Seriously because that's when French started. Aha!" Jade laughed covering her mouth. "He's a weird one."

"Maybe his schedule is messed up, I don't know." I shrugged.

"So what really brought you here?" I asked.

"I can't just come and see my bestie?" Her cute little smile plastered on her face.

"Nooo you cannot." I joked.