December 1st, 2014...
Jake Malone and I were to act as Romeo and Juliet in the school play. I didn't even know why I signed up for theatre, but boy was I glad I did. We had never spoken before theatre class, all I did was stare and immediately look away the minute he looked at me. He came up to me after class one day and suggested we practised our lines at his house. I was dumbfounded. "He just asked me out? No, it was to read over our line. Wait I'm going to his house? OMG!!" I smiled and said "yea, I'll be there at 7." I went back home, took a shower, ate dinner and wore my nicest outfit. I bugged my dad until he finally decided to get off the couch to drive me to his house. We had exchanged numbers when he suggested that I come over. Once I got to his front door, I texted him "I'm here :-)" He came to open the door almost immediately as if, he was waiting patiently for my text. We said hello and hugged. He smelled like cigarettes and heartache. I was almost in love. We practised and practised for two hours until finally he asked if he could go out for a smoke. He asked if I wanted to come and I said: "why not." A few minutes after we went to the backyard, we started talking about anything and everything. We talked about school, family, sex, life. He offered me a puff of his cigarette and for some reason I accepted. I coughed and coughed until I got accustomed to the feeling. We smoked another cigarette after that. He asked me where I was from originally. "Nigeria! That's so cool man. You know I always thought you were gorgeous, but you seemed extremely shy and quiet, so I was afraid to tell you." He said as he stared deep into my eyes. I took a pause from the cigarette and stared at my hands. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. My heart contained so much joy, confusion and happiness that I didn't even know what to tell him so I said: "thank you." After that night, practising lines became a reoccurring thing for us. We hung out even after presenting in the play. We had become good friends that we told each other everything. He hated the school and its contents and so did I. Our hatred for the school made us closer. I was falling for him, and I could tell. I was so scared to admit it to myself let alone him. I tried to deny my feelings, but secretly I was begging to confess my love for him. It was like he understood me, inside and out. He wasn't like the jerks in school, and he would always defend me whenever his friends were racist towards me. I had no clue how he felt about me, and all I could ever think about was the time he called me gorgeous. "Maybe he was just trying to be nice" I contemplated. We planned to see a movie after school one day, and I was so excited. I had arranged to finally get it over with and confess to him. I picked out the same outfit I wore the first time he and I were alone together. We had finished watching the movie, but he wanted us to sit a while until the people left the cinema. I was confused, but I wasn't complaining, so we sat for a while and talked. After five minutes, he said he wanted to tell me something and suggested I lean in. I thought it was weird as we were the only ones in the cinema so no one could hear what he wanted to say. I complied regardless and there it was; he kissed me. It wasn't the kind of high school drama cute peck on the lips kind of kiss, it was hot, it was, and it was intense. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked as he once again stared deep into my dark brown eyes. I was speechless, but somehow words finally came out of my mouth. "Yes! Yes, I would love to!."
