Shenandoah's POV
"So aren't you going to ask me how it went?" I knew it was coming. I knew Carmody was going to ask me to ask. She always does, I only ask to make her stop begging me to ask.
"How did it go?" I tried using my most interested voice possible. I didn't really care for this, so early in the morning. Especially with my head ache.
After Devaun left, I just couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, I know it was stupid, but I just couldn't help it. His lips felt so perfect on mine. I wonder if he knew it was my fist kiss? I had always pictured my fist kiss to be in a storm, when me and my guy will be soaking wet, but kissing in the rain. I know romantic freak, right? But I just couldn't help what happened last night.
"It was great, we went to a lovely restaurant that was very fancy and exquisite. We then went to his house ...." her voice faded off in the back round, I couldn't get him off my mind. I need to, that kiss meant nothing to him, and me ....too? I wasn't so sure, it might have been my fist kiss, but it was more than magical, I could feel the sparks ....no, I could feel the flames burning around us. No, but I felt nothing.
"Earth to Shenandoah?" Carmody's caramel hand was waving in front of my face. I snapped out of my crazy, daydreaming thoughts, of a guy that is out of my status.
"What's wrong, you have been dazed the whole day. Did something happen last night?" She asked with a amused grin planted on her perfect face. At first I wanted to deny all her suspicions, say she is crazy to think something happened. But I went against it, she would eventually find out. Sooner than later. Right?
"We kissed." I whispered hopping she didn't hear me, I looked at my hands, as the fumbled around each other.
"What?" She heard me, she was just shocked, I could hear the smile in her voice.
"No way. That sly dog..... he moves fast." I think that's what she said, she mumbled it to herself.
Moves to fast? That sounded weird, I just shudder the thought out of my mind.
I stood up from the one legged chair, taking my empty plate to the kitchen. I didn't have the energy to ask her about that statement. I had enough on my mind. I didn't have time to be worrying about Carmody petty comments. I grabbed my bag, walking towards the front door.
"Ohh, by the way I will be at a meeting again. So don't wait up. And Devaun is picking you up." I felt like she was doing this deliberately, but it was most probably my mad mind, playing tricks on me.
She got into her car, leaving me to lock up, I put the keys in my pocket. I didn't want a repeat of what happened last night to happen again.
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The rest of the day was stressful, so much worry, and thoughts on my mind, I zoned out half of the day during lessons. I kept on trying to come up with conclusions as to why he ran away. He technically didn't ran away, he left in a rush, with out telling me, simple. I was also anxious as to how the evening would go, will we kiss again? Should I cook or order food? It was my turn to cook anyway.
Hockey was great, I could take my mind of the frustration that had been distracting me during the day.
I was now waiting outside for Devaun's car to appear. But nothing. I just thought he was late, but no, I waited till all the cars in the parking lot were gone. Even the teachers, school was actually locked, I had to wait outside the school gate, on the pavement. It was now dark, and I was getting scared. I took out my phone, checking the time, it read 7:00pm. I was more than angry. I was fuming, frustrated, pissed, and most of all scared. I might be in my last year at high school, I was still scared.
I went to my contacts, I had to make a plan on getting home. Since Devaun decided to not come. I pressed my screen, on the contact I wanted. At least I had some airtime to call.
"Hello?" Hearing that voice made a lump to form in my throat. I tried swallowing it down, but a huge failed attempt, it just popped back up. Making it worse.
"Mommy...."
"What's wrong honey?" My mom knows me better than anyone else, even better than myself. She could hear the lump in my throat. That didn't help anything. You know that feeling of 'you can cry now, you are in good hands ' over came me. But I held the sobs back. Just letting silent tears to trickle down my cold cheeks. It was freezing outside and I was cold.
"Mommy, Carmody's boyfriend's brother was supposed to pick me up from school, but he didn't, I am still at school. I didn't know what to do so I waited. Mommy please come fetch me?" I know I didn't have to ask, but it was just instinct. I could hear myself gasping for air, trying to calm down. I needed to breath.
"I am on my way now, sweetie. Don't worry, I am coming. Don't go anywhere." I could hear the car engine starting in the back round of my mom's lovely voice.
"Thanks Mommy." I ended the call at that, trying to calm down. I needed to breath, I was getting home. I didn't know who I was more angry with. Devaun? Carmody? Myself? I should have called my Mom when he didn't pitch at 5:00 , instead of staying till 7:00. My parents are the only stability I have in my life. They are always there for me, no matter what. People might call me a' Baby' , but I don't care. I can't help it.
I am sure Carmody doesn't even know, that I am still at school. My hockey mates even offered to take me home, but I declined each and everyone. Hoping that my sister will be reliable. Guess not.
I wonder what Devaun's excuse is for not come? Did he forget? Did he get stuck somewhere? Was it a mistake? Did he deliberately forget, so he doesn't have to face me? Did Carmody forget to tell him?
No way, Carmody sent him a Whatsapp message in the car, on the way to school. So what was it?
My mind was even more stressful enough, and now this just over flowed it. Bright lights from the right, nearly blinded me, as the grow closer and closer. I got up, picking up my bags. It could only be my Mom, not many cars pass this road during the night. But it was still spooky. On the other side of the road was the entrance to a forest, with tall tress, and a lot of moss.
That was what was scary.
As the limousine pulled up next to me, I could she my Mom's head sticking out of the sun roof opening. If I wasn't feeling so frustrated I would have laughed at her, I could see Dad in the drivers seat. My Dad was my personal hero, he was always there for me, just like my Mom.
"Shenandoah! Honey! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you cold? Paul she is freezing." Mom's hands immediately grabbed a hold of my cheeks, searching my eyes for any sign of hurt. She could see I was hurting inside, no doubt.
Dad came out of the limousine, looking relived as ever. He hugged me so tightly, I thought I was going to the light. My Dad was a man of very little words, he didn't say much, didn't know how to talk about his feelings. Mom on the other hand was a loud mouth, always had something to say in her Mexican accent, loved showing feelings, basically the exact opposite of Dad. I always wondered how they ended up together, I guess opposite really do attract.
"I am fine, just a little cold, and hungry." I finally replied after I could breath. Dad grabbed my bags, I tried to resist. I didn't want him to carry my bags, I should be doing that for him. But he was much, much stronger. Mom took a hold of my right hand, she flinched a little from the contact of my cold hand.
"We will go eat out first, then we must get hope and prepare for tomorrow." Dad spoke after starting the car. The seat warmers were really helping my cold body.
Our family went to church on Saturdays, it was what we believed.
All I remembered was my head being placed on my Mom's warm lap, closing my eyes. Letting the tiredness over take me.
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