The Spilt Secret | A Zamika Fanfic

Chapter 14

"What do you mean that you're moving in?" Red asks with horror as he watches me put boxes of all sizes on his countertop.

"My dad kicked me out, and he totally broke me. I totally need a house right now, and until I get enough money to rent a flat, I need a place to stay," I stated, resting my elbow on one of the box. He looked at me once, then gave an irritated groan.

"Fine, you get to stay at my old room," he finally says, he then sipped on his tea cup. Yup, he's totally running out of his mind. I quickly set up my things in his old room, which was stripped of color.

Faint colors of indigo left faint marks on the wall. An abandoned television was crooked against its frame, his bed creaked as it held my weight. I suddenly wondered: Was I getting fat?

I shook off the thought and started cleaning up my new room. Spider webs cluttered the small corners of the ceiling. Dust flew everywhere, everytime I swept, and when I started repainting the walls I got finished over 5 p.m. It was weird. Why wasn't she texting me?

I checked my phone a hundred times, but there was no new message, at all. Suddenly, I heard the door open below.

"Who brought you home, Tomi?" Red asks. I heard Tomika groan and then a thud against the couch.

"Jet did," she responded as if it was no big deal. I huffed and stomped down the stairs, and late did I realize I was shirtless and was in my jersey shorts.

"Again, Tomika?" her brother raises a tone.

"It's not a big deal, Red. What's the matter with you? He's just a workmate and just friend after all," she snaps.

"Don't snap at me young lady, I have no time to deal with your rebellious attitude," Red snaps back.

"Whatever," Tomika starts walking up to the stairs. And when she saw me, she completely freaked out. She kept screaming as if she saw a cockroach instead of a shirtless human.

"Why are you here?! Shirtless?" she kept screaming, covering her eyes with her small purse. I sighed, scratched my neck and started to explain everything how my father kicked me out. With every explanation, her eyebrows deepened,creating a crease on her forehead.

"Okay," she walks away with a shrug.

What? That's all she had to say? Darn it, I was expecting that she'd be happy or at least mad. But she was neutral at this? Boy, was this lady playing me?

"She's changed, eh? From sweet and kind to cold and neutral. But hey, she still has her sense of humour," Red says sarcastically, resting a palm on my shoulder. I brushed it off, and gave him a glare.

"Not helping dude."

"You're welcome, mi'boy."

"I think, I'm going to apply on a part-time job, Red. I need to start working as soon as possible, that is if I want to go to college."

"Why don't you just go to work with her?" he nudges me playfully, which I found annoying from him.

"Oh well, it doesn't hurt to try right? I mean how hard can it be?" I say fully comforting my self.

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"Okay, I'm regretting this," I complain, carrying two black bags full of rotten bananas and reeking of pepperoni. Bad pepperoni. I gagged, and nearly vomited and the worst thing was: the trash was so far that it was at the farther back of the cafe. I mentally facepalmed. This wasn't the job I was aiming for, I came here to apply as a waiter at least, not a trash boy.

When I got back at the cafe, Tomika was talking to a boy with golden brown hair and silver-blue eyes. They kept laughing and Tomika suddenly gave the boy's arm a pat before taking off to take a new customer's order. She got back to the boy, and handed him the new order, and he leaned closer to her and gave her cheeks a peck.

My mind blew with jealousy. So this was why she didn't accept my feelings? It all makes sense now. I started leaving, but it was too late, Troy the bully, but my new closest friend of all employees, beckoned me to join them by the counter.

"Heya," I waved at Tomika, she just smirks and bumps her hips against mine teasingly, and off she goes to another table. The pendant on her neck jingled as she moved, and it made me blush unnecessarily.

"Somebody's in love," Troy teases, then his eyes flies to the boy who kissed Tomika's cheek. Tomika watches me warily from one of the customer table, then she refocuses to the lady who looked totally madame-ish, who was ranting about their new lamplights that were too dim for her taste. Then Tomika goes back to our counter, then hands the new order to the boy, who gasped as he looked at the order ticket.

"This so many to taste? From Gertrude Calum?" The boy asks.

"Great isn't it? But she isn't in a good mood, so, I suggest you tell our chefs to hurry up but cook it all perfecto," Tomika says. Wow, such great leadership in such a small job. I blushed a little more, and she caught me looking at her. I expected her to frown and call me 'idiot,' instead she smiled instead.

She then touches the boy's arm again, when he returns to the counter, "I'm counting on you, Jet, on serving the food. Try not to spill anything on such a big and important critique."

Aha! So this was Jet, the boy who intervenes with my bike services. Jet rested his palm on the back of hers and nodded, she giggles in reply. I placed my hand on top of theirs. Tomika gave me a look, both confused and mad at the same time.

"Go team, I guess?" I laughed nervously, but they didn't laugh at my joke. So, I guess I was pretty bad at two things or probably three things: (1) Controlling my jealousy; (2) Making up excuses why I intervene the interactions between MY girl and this Jet boi; and number (3) Making jokes that makes everyone rolling in laughter.

"I'm about to take another order," she snickers before leaving.

Then I heard Troy laugh behind me. I knew it, he laughed uncontrollably that some people at the cafe gave us strange looks.

"Go team, huh? Boy, you messed up," Troy continues to laugh, making me melt in my own shame. Even Jet was laughing at me, and he looked at Tomika and they both smiled. I didn't like it, how they both had some kind of connection. Everytime they look at each other, it was like they were telepathically communicating.

I have to know. If she loves another guy, I mean I don't want to keep hoping that she and I had a chance until I die, right? I have to ask her, when we get home. Later.