The Story of Why

Keda - Spending the Night

~Keda's POV~

It's not like I couldn't think about anything but him. My mind is too unfocused and incomplete to concentrate on a boy. Don't get me wrong, I did think about Drew a lot. I liked him a lot. He was funny and sarcastic, he wore nice clothes, but he could also be deep and serious and that was more than I could ask for. But I thought about other things, too. Like how annoying my little brother was and how I wished my mom hadn't picked him up from his friends' house. Like how I was excited that Isabelle was coming back from France this weekend. How word had spread that I was with some guy and how we slept together the first time we met. How bad of a mark I was going to get on my essay since I had rushed it all last night.

But, then again, that led to thinking about Drew. I might've screwed up my essay, but being with Drew was worth it. He had told me something pretty personal that day, and I know that that took a lot of courage although he acts like it didn't. Before that, I had told him about my dad and he didn't say I'm sorry. It was kind of a relief. I know he felt bad, but I'm sorry are really empty words. I'm glad he focused the conversation on me and how I shouldn't hide and I shouldn't care what other people think.

Easier said than done. But it was nice to hear him say it. It was good to hear him saying that not caring was better and telling her to not care. I would fail any essay to stop caring about what other people think. I also really admired the way he just seemed to put whatever makes him happy ahead of things. All I do is stress about school. So much, that I never have any time for myself. It just makes me extremely depressed. I like how Drew puts happiness before everything. That's the way it should be. Olliver came into my room without knocking just then, interrupting my thoughts.

"I need help with math homework," he declared.

"Sucks." I sat up on my bed. He always wants me to help him with homework. It was so annoying. I really would rather do anything else than more homework.

"Help me," he said.

"Lay in bed for another 3 hours or do seventh grade math homework...hmm...I'll lay in bed," I told him.

"Come on, please," he pleaded. 

I sighed. "Fine." I know he doesn't mean to be annoying, he just seems to have a lot of trouble understanding how to do questions. Teachers can never see that and mistake his misunderstanding for ignorance. It pisses me off, I feel bad for my little brother, but doing his homework with him every single night was extremely irritating. I started working on a problem until my phone rang. I felt my heart beat faster. I felt excited, but also anxious. I answered it. 

"Hey," said Drew's deep voice, slightly groggy as if he had just woke up. That was cute.

"Hey white boy," I replied, grinning.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Olliver asked.

"Go away," I told Olliver.

"Aw, I was hoping you'd want to talk to me," said Drew.

"Not you, Drew, one sec," I told Drew, and put my hand over the speaker. "Give me a minute, will you?" I said to Olliver.

"So it is your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning mischeviously.

"If I say yes, will you leave?"

"Let's find out."

"Ugh. Fine. Yes. Get out." So Olliver scuttled out of the room and closed my door. I took my hand off the speaker. "Hey, sorry about that. My little brother's -"

"So annoying!"  he cut me off, in a mock girl voice.

I laughed. "That's not how I talk," I said defensively.

"Whatever you say." Silence.

"You wanted to tell me something?" I questioned.

"Oh yeah. What are you doing this Saturday?" he asked.

"My friend's coming back from France. I'm probably going to spend the day with her," I answered.

"How about you spend the night with me?" 

"Um..." I felt my cheeks getting hot. I knew I was blushing a lot.

"Oh - oh God, no. I meant, like, after you hang out with her, I'll pick you up and we'll go do something."

Phew. "Okay, what are we doing exactly?" I pondered.

"I don't know yet, I guess you could say it'll be a suprise for the both of us," he said. "Now go do your brother's homework. Bye Keda," it sounded as though his smile widened into a grin as he said my name. He hung up.

That night, my thoughts were clouded by this ray of happiness. It was nothing like I'd experienced before. I was just happy to be alive and it felt good, knowing that he liked me. I mean, how could he not? Wait, that sounded conceited. I just meant, why would he go through so much trouble to keep in touch with a stranger if he didn't consider them the least bit...interesting.

I hope he's not aiming for a friendship...because that's definitely not what I have in mind.