In Love With a D-Boy

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Avoidance...

That was the exact word for what I had been doing. I was avoiding everyone. Ken had finally told Von about her being pregnant after she had some actual proof (ultrasounds) and now because he said he was excited and that he loved her and wanted this baby, she was excited and wanted me to be excited with her but for some reason I still didn't believe Von. He seemed to me to be the worst kind of snake. I rolled my eyes at that situation. I was avoiding Tre because since he kissed me I couldn't shake the feelings that sprouted up every time I looked at his ugly face. Who am I kidding? I wish he was ugly that way I could at least call him ugly and convince myself that he wasn't worth the time or effort I spend thinking about him. He hadn't even brought up the kiss once since it happened almost a week ago. We still talk on the phone everyday but everything seems different now and I'm starting to feel like it's one sided. I've been avoiding my mom because I feel like I have this big secret to hide like because of the kiss I am no longer pure. Goddddd! I couldn't take it anymore. I was losing my mind. My focus was shot. I raised my hand.

"Mr. Jackson can I go to the restroom please?" I questioned. My teacher raised his eyebrow at me for calling out but I needed to get out of this room. I felt like I was suffocating.

"Quickly." He replied and went back into his lecture. I stood up and exited the classroom in a hurry but walked slowly down the hall. I just needed to forget everything with Tre. It's not like we were together or are together. The kiss meant nothing. I overexaggerated the moment in my head anyway. Our lips were only pressed together for like 5 seconds does that even count as a kiss, but I remember how soft they felt when they pressed against mine. Godddd Nay just forget about him for one second please. I stepped into the bathroom realizing that I really did need to use it.

I handled my business and washed my hands but I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. I was brown skinned. My eyes were big and brown like my father's...based on the pictures I had seen of him but they were rimmed with long dark lashes which gave my eyes an exotic look to them. Every time I looked at them I thought of Egyptian statues of Cleopatra. My nose was broad but not as wide as some people I had seen. It fit perfectly under my eyes and gave my face a nice smooth curve. My lips were plump, I mean really plump, a trait I got from my mom's side of the family. I always thought of them as kissable because this guy had told me that when I was in 6th grade. Everyone else was picking on me about my lips but he had defended me so that stuck with me. My high cheekbones were accounted to my mother as well and my soft curving chin to my father or at least that's what I was told.

I attempted to run my hand through the thick mass of tangled mess that I fondly referred to as my hair but my fingers got caught in the curls. I sighed and looked over my body. I wasn't the thinnest girl and sometimes I got insecure about that. It was especially hard when girls like Rosie were everywhere and dudes were drooling over them like they were goddesses or something. On top of everything, I had big breast, freaking DD cups that I wish I could get rid of sometimes. The best part of my body was that I had a definite waist, no matter how my weight changed I always had a waist and some nice hips. To say the least I was curvy and that wasn't a bad thing but I was still slightly insecure about my body. I stopped looking in the mirror and covered myself. I had somehow made myself feel bad. You dummy, my mind screamed. I definitely didn't want to go back to class now. I idled around in the bathroom for a few more minutes before deciding that I might be in serious trouble if I didn't get back to class. I walked out the bathroom feeling lower than low. In comparison to Rosie, Tre would never want to be with me. We were just friends and that's probably all we would ever be.

"Hey beautiful." I turned and saw Tyler walking up the hallway. I pouted a little and kept walking. I was surprised he was even speaking to me. Since that day at the mall, it seems that he has been avoiding me. I don't blame him. I was way out of line at the mall.