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I've been constantly bugging Zonnique all week to go over her house and hang. She just either acts like she has to go find something in her locker, ignores it, or changes the subject. I won't give up until she says that I can come over her house. What can I say? curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought him back.
"Bahja If I say that you could come over this Friday and sleep over will you stop bugging the mess out of me?" Zonnique groaned.
"Yes!" I'm pretty sure my eyes were bubbly and full of giddy.
"Why are your eyes all like that?" She put her mathematics packet in her bright red folder. See? I told you. I shrugged.
"So is your mom going to pick us up from school tomorrow?" I asked.
"Um...I walk home. I should get going Bee I don't want to be late." She was about to scurry off.
"Zonnique why you all in a rush we have five minutes and we both have the same classes. Slow yo role girl." I giggled.
"Yeah...I forgot." She giggled nervously.
"So what you doing this Thursday though?" I popped a piece of gum in my mouth.
"Nothing just chilling." Nique hugged her books.
"Shawty said she ain't doing nun but chillin'." We began walking to class.
"You're acting way more goofier then when I met you." She slid a piece of gum out my packet.
"Thieve...that's because I wasn't used to you or anyone at that matter." I closed the packet back.
"I'm not a thieve...I just take stuff that doesn't belong to me and I didn't ask to take." She rolled her eyes.
"You know you just described a thieve right?" I took my seat at my table in Choir. Nique sat in front of me.
"Yeah whatever Beehive." She jammed her books in the cubby hole.
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Finally it was Friday and my grandma confirmed that I could go to Nique Nique's house. It was almost the ending of 7th period but I wish it would be the ending of 8th period instead. Zonnique was coloring in her circles on her art sheet. I wasn't doing this stuff. It's stupid! I don't even know why I have this class I can't draw if my life depended on it.
"Bahja color your circles you'll fail if you don't." She handed me a pink color pencil.
"I rather fail." I slid the pencil back towards her. She shoved it to me.
"Color the damn circle now Shamoni." She growled. Zonnique never cussed before...I always thought she was a goody two-shoes for that. This is how I know she's serious. I picked up the color pencil and began coloring in my circle. Once the circle was completely covered in pink, I showed Nique.
"You could've did better but at least you colored it." Zonnique gave it back to me. Did she just criticize...my coloring?
"Zonnique It's a dang circle why does it matter!?" I semi-yelled.
"I didn't say it mattered you did. I was just saying your circle wasn't at it's greatest effort." She bit her lip.
"Man forget this. Mrs.Margolas I'm done." I raised my hand.
"Bahja you are never done you have just begun my child." Her voice sounded sleepy.
"Well I'm done." I rolled my eyes. She took it and examined it. It's not a freaking science project!
"I want you to color in another one." Mrs. Margolas gave my paper back and gave me another one. I gave her the straightest face ever and then I softened my face.
"Thank you Mrs.Margolas." I said through clenched teeth. She nodded and walked back over to her desk. I turned back to a laughing Zonnique. I slammed the piece of paper on the desk and put effort into my coloring. When I was finished like before I raised my hand and Mrs.Margolas came back.
"This looks much better Bahja." She smiled. It's a colored in circle...just a colored in circle. When 8th period was over I was happy as the smile on a Mcdonald's happy mean. I ran to my locker and threw my stuff in my locker and stuffed my homework in my pink backpack. I slammed my locker closed and met Zonnique at her locker. She was taking a long time so I snatched the stuff out her hand and put it in her book bag for her.
"Well dang Bahja." She closed her locker and put her backpack on her back. We began our journey walking to Nique Nique's house. It wasn't far but it surely wasn't as near as I thought it was. Once we got there I scanned over her house in pure jealousy.
"This house is incredimazable!" I was lost for words so I made up my own.
"Incredimazable?" Nique asked.
"Yes incredimazable." I repeated. We made our way inside Zonnique's house. It was clean and well put together. Nique dropped her book bag by the glass table and took of her shoes. I did the same and sat my stuff near hers. Nique walked on the plush carpet to the kitchen. I just stood there because I was afraid if I moved I would mess the perfect house in the world up.
"Bahja are you going to just stand there or come see my room?" Nique raised an eyebrow.
"Is your room as perfect as this room here?" I asked.
"I don't know! Come see yourself." She walked up the stairs, her timberlands the only thing that made noise. I tiptoed after her and Nique opened her room door which was the fourth room down from the stairs. It was as perfect as the living room! or was that their den? possibly family room? Heck whatever it was, it was gorgeous.
"This beats out my room by a billion!" I observed her room. She went inside her closet and came back out with my XO<3 sweater.
"And you needed to borrow this broke piece of cloth why?" I looked in her closet.
"I like it." She simply stated. I was so in love with her closet right now man. From the shoes to the shirts it was fly. It's about a thousand pieces of clothing in here.
"So when is your family coming home?" I took my attention off her closet.
"Three months..." she mumbled.
"Why are your parents going to be gone for that long?" I was officially confused like Zonnique.
"My mom is Tiny and my dad is a prick." She put her head in her hands.
"Your parents are famous?!" I screeched.
"Yeah. That's why I didn't want you to come over here." Zonnique sighed.
"Zonnique I don't care if your parents are superstars I'll still treat you like the same confused, chilled, and sometimes funny Nique Nique." I hugged her.
After are mushy moment was finished we went to the game room and played video games on her playstation four, baked cookies and cake, went swimming, painted each others nails, and had a pillow fight. By the time we were finished with today's activities it was 11:30p.m. Zonnique and I were under the covers and she was fast asleep. But I on the other hand was awake thinking. That is until Zonnique started screaming.
"No! Stop! Please!" she squirmed around and kicked her feet in the bed. I quickly shook Zonnique awake.
"Wake up Star! Wake up!" I shook harder. She got up and you could see the beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Bahja he raped m-me." She croaked. She layed her head on my lap and began to cry a river.
"Who?" I fixed her hair.
"My stepfather." she cried harder. No wonder why Zonnique didn't want me to sleep over. She had bad dreams and overall a bad life.
