The Help (MB)

Chapter 9

*Kenya's POV*

School's been,I guess I can say,good so far. I have one friend,named Tamia,and she's just as crazy as they come. We have 5 classes together. I see Chresanto sometimes,but I never approach him,because he's always with a large group of people. Tamia says that they are the popular bunch in the school,and they've been that way since freshman year. All of the boys are on the football team,and the girls are all cheerleaders. I laughed by how stereotypical that sounded when she told me. "Of course." I replied,bored.

There's this one dude that's been freaking me out since I saw him on the first day here. I made a mistake and bumped into him in the hallway,and I turned to say sorry,and he smiled,saying it was okay. I felt utterly uncomfortable in his stare,and after a few awkward moments,I walked away,still feeling his stare. I told Tamia about it,and I had pointed the boy out one day at lunch. "Oh,that's Dravion. Just... Stay away from him. He's always scared me." She answered honestly. I laughed nervously,and ever since then I've avoided him. It was creepy also,because I had a class with him at the end of the day,and the whole time,he stared at me from across the room. Talk about creepy.

Home is just the same as always. Penny and Craig aren't around as much,and when they are,you could easily sense some tension in the room. I tried asking and talking to her about it,but she just brushes it off,saying school is tiring her out. I know she's lying,but I just leave it alone. It's none of my business.

Amaya and Jacob never talk to each other. They just glance at each other periodically,and sit in silence. I don't know what's been on her mind lately,but she's been quiet,and I don't like it one bit. I miss the weird,outgoing Amaya,but I guess you could easily say she just grew out of the phase. She is a lot more mature,though. After much begging and silent treatments,we allowed her to get purple coloring in her hair. Her favorite color. She'd been begging for the longest,and I just went ahead and let her since her grades and such are pretty good. She loves wearing black polish,and recently we bought her glasses,since she was complaining about her sight problems. She's still that weird girl,but to a certain extent.

Peyton and Ray are growing closer and closer by the day,and I actually find their friendship adorable. They sit up hours at a time,watching television and not saying a word,just enjoying the silence and each other's company. Sometimes,he lets her play in his hair,and she does crazy styles with it and takes pictures of him,putting them in this scrapbook she's been crazy about lately. She sometimes just catches us in the moment,snapping a photo on her camera and giggling as she walked away. She's still the same Peyton,but happier,and I love that.

Diggy came in my room while I was flat ironing my hair,and I glanced up at him,half of my head still curly and wild. He laughed,playing with my straight hair for a second before he told me I had a phone call downstairs. I groaned,running down the steps. It was probably Tamia,asking me what homework we had for the weekend,as she usually does every Saturday night. I saw the phone off the hook,laying on the kitchen counter. I sat down,picking it up,and answering "Hello?" "Kenya?" I heard on the other line,and my pulse sped up.

"Quan?" I asked,a frown entering my face as my anger returned. I saw Chresanto and Jacob walk into the kitchen,getting a bottle of water from the fridge. They saw me sitting there,a frown on my face. "K-Kenya. How are you,baby?" I heard his voice again,and I felt anger rush through me.

"Don't call me that. I'm not your damn baby." I said into the phone,venom in my voice. Jacob glanced at me again,and quickly left the kitchen,but Chresanto stared at me,and I stared back,watching him lean on the counter,facing me.

"Listen,Kenya. I know things were bad the last time you came,it's just that-" "Bad? You damn right it was bad! You got s bitch pregnant and didn't even think to at least tell me we were no longer together." I snapped,breaking my stare from Chresanto. "I know,but listen. It wasn't intentional. I went to this party,got drunk,she followed me home. I was drunk,Kenya. Please." He begged into the phone.

"I actually thought you were special," I said into the phone,my voice slightly cracking,"and you betrayed me.. Do you think i'm stupid?" I asked,scrunching my eyebrows like he could see me. I rolled my eyes. "No,I don't think you're stupid,Kenya. Please forgive me." He said into the phone,trying to reason with me. I stayed silent a moment,feeling tears enter my eyes,but I dared not let Chres see it. I looked down. "I forgive you.." I said,and could literally sense the smile from the other line. "I forgive you. Just know that I no longer want any contact with you whatsoever. Do not call me. Do not come see me. Just forget everything we had together,alright?" I said,my voice getting small. "Kenya. Can I at least-" I slammed the phone on the receiver,putting my head on the counter,covering my face with my arms.

Marquan is such a bitch. How could he do this to me? He actually thought he could call his happy ass to me on this phone and everything be all good between us again? I rolled my eyes,wiping my tears away. Tears of sadness,tears of hurt,tears of anger. I looked up at Chres,sniffling. I saw that he hadn't moved from his position,and he continued to stare at me. "What do you want?" I said,looking at him. He did nothing but stared back. "What is it?" I asked once again,placing my elbow on the counter and wiping the last of my tears away. I stared at him a second,and he mumbled something,barely audible.

"What?" I asked,looking at him. "I said,you shouldn't be crying over some boy." He said,looking at me. I sighed. "I know,it's just that.... I.... I don't know." I said,looking down. "Have you ever been in love,Chresanto?" I asked,looking up at him. He chuckled,nodding. "Once. Worst experience ever. Sophomore year." He looked at me. I hesitated. "What was it like?" I looked at him. "Horrible. There was this girl,named Raven. I absolutely adored her. The way she walked,the way she smiled,the way her eyebrows would go up when she was thinking,the way her dimple would only show if she was frustrated." He described. "I dated her too,when I finally got the guts to ask her out. She led me on,and I was thinking she was 'the one'. Turns out I was in for a rude awakening. She didn't come to school for a while. Stopped calling me. Never answered calls. I was terrified. So I went over to her house one day,she was there surprisingly. Her and her new baby bump. We hadn't even had sex yet. She didn't even look at me. Kept avoiding eye contact. I grew angry,so I went and got drunk and went home." He said,looking down and playing with his thumbs. I felt bad for him. I stared at him,then he chuckled. "Sucks too,cause that next morning was my first hangover. I felt like shit all day." He laughed,and I giggled softly.

"Don't be crying over some lil boy. He's not worth your time." Chresanto said,smiling sheepishly. I smiled. "Thanks,Chresanto." He nodded,and turned to walk out. "By the way,love the new hairdo. It's different." He winked,and I laughed. "Shutup." I said,playfully rolling my eyes as he walked out. I sat there for a few moments,gallons of thoughts filling my mind. Maybe what he said was true. Mama always told us we'd go through tons of heartbreak,and the one that hurt the most was the first. I just wasn't expecting it to go this bad....

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