Good Girl Bad Girl (A Trevor Jackson Story)

55. A Day Of Exclusion

The next day, a Tuesday, was a day at school like the others. It was kind of boring, since Trevor had a day of exclusion. Well, I had fun with my friends of course, but still. I crossed Malcolm, and it might sound weird, but I was relieved. He was here, so nothing happened between him and Trevor. Well I hoped.
I also crossed Jess, the freshman I shipped with Chris. I saluted her and asked her how she was doing. She was kind of shy, but I think she liked me because of how nice I was with her - I kept smiling, being sweet... I had to get along with my future cousin in law, right ? Especially that Chris was more like a brother, so sister in law.
I also saw something kinda surprising - Devon, holding hands with Nora in the hallways. Well, more exactly, him searching through his locker and her close to his body, her arms around his. I was disappointed, I wanted him to be with Natasha, and I honestly thought he was better than this ; Nora ? Come on.
Anyway, I walked out of the school at the end of it with Olivia and Diggy, laughing because Diggy kept being silly. I soon perceived Trevor's car, him leaning on it.
"Trevor ?" I called.
Diggy and Olivia turned towards him.
"Hey" he told me.
I shyly smiled and walked to him.
"Whatcha doing here ?"
"I waited for you. I wanted to pick you up from school."
"Really ?"
It annoyed me how I was blushing all the time.
"Yeah." he nodded and grabbed my hands, as I bit my lip.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"Let's go ?"
"Sure ! Do you wanna go at BM ? It's a super nice place we discovered recently."
"Okay."
We called our friends, and Trevor drove us there.

"No I don't think he's weird, he's just old" Olivia argued about Mr. Ami's subject.
"Nooo he's just weird" Trevor replied, then drank some of his coffee.
In front of him and sat next to Diggy, I added :
"I agree with Trevor. He's...special."
We laughed and I saw Trevor staring at his glass, where the letters of the café we were in were painted on.
"What does BM mean ??" he asked.
"Bitches & Marijuana" Olivia answered.
"I am still persuaded it means Bowel Movement" Diggy argued.
"What ?" Trevor bursted in laughter.
I didn't remember when was the last time I've seen him laugh like that.
We imitated him and I said "Diggy thinks that way because the owner made fun of him when he was going through the bathrooms."
"But what if he was serious ?!" Diggy insisted.
"Okay you know what ? When our waitress comes, we'll ask her."
"Okay."
"By the way..." I suddenly changed of subject. "Did you guys see about Devon and Nora ?"
"I saw !!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Yeah, I thought he was into Natasha" Diggy added.
"I thought too." Trevor said.
I stared at him to be sure to see his feelings ; he better not feel disappointment, or else that'll mean he was disappointed Nora wasn't single. Okay, he did blow her off for me but I still had to be careful.
"Maybe Natasha didn't like him" Diggy suggested.
"We'll talk to her" Olivia said.
The waitress arrived and started to put our empty glasses on her tray.
"Shall I bring you the check ?"
"Sure ! And I have a question." Diggy told.
We sniggered and he glared at us.
"Does BM mean Bowel Movement ?"
The brunette waitress, surprised, looked at him really weirdly, as Trevor, Olivia and I laughed.
"No... It means Bruno Mars"
She left and we looked at eachother.
"Wait what ?" Trevor said.
"I'm kinda confused." I told.
"At least Diggy we know it's not Bowel Movement" Olivia spoke up.
"Why not ? They always say something different so it might not be untrue !"
"It is honey" she put a hand on his forearm.
Trevor and I laughed again. It was a really nice afternoon.

"Trevor, are you free tonight for a tutor lesson ?"
I was on the passenger seat, just next to him.
"You starting them again ?" Olivia raised here eyebrows.
"I am" I answered.
"Sure. I'm dropping Diggy and Olivia first, then we'll go to my place."

We watched Olivia and Diggy heading to his house, hand in hand.
"We going ?" I said.
He turned to me and smiled. "Let's go."
He started the engine and rested his right hand on my thigh. I bit my lip - again - and observed him. He was so attractive. He didn't notice I was staring at him for the rest of the ride.