The Inevitable

Chapter One- Who, What, Where?

© Patrice Yeboah™ 2014

Chapter I

I honestly cannot fathom why I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Maybe it’s because the only person I engage in thorough and interesting conversations with is my best friend. Or maybe people are intimidated by me? That’s probably not true, because there really isn’t anything intimidating about me. Or maybe there is? I’m kind of really assertive when it comes to talking to people and I have a hard time trusting people as well. I really don’t know how my best friend and I even became best friends. We’re totally opposite people. She’s really outgoing, has a massive amount of friends and is linked to a ton of different friend groups, and she’s obsessed with sports. I absolutely hate sports with a burning passion. I’ve always had a bad history with sports, whether it was injuring myself enough for me to want to quit the sport, or I had bad sportsmanship while playing. Whatever, it never really bothered me. Some things just aren’t meant for some people. And by some people, I mean me. That could be another reason why I’ve never had a boyfriend! I mean, what if most guys think athletic girls are attractive. Heck, maybe all guys think athletic girls are attractive.

“Summer, come down here,” My mother shouted, her voice slightly hoarse, possibly from all the screaming she does towards my brother and I. I ran down the stairs, my light brown locks of hair bouncing in my peripheral view. The house swarmed with a heart-warming aroma that caused my skin to tingle with delight. The scent wafted towards my face in a quick and swift motion, giving me a snippet of the delicious smell before I returned my attention to my panicking mother.

“Yes, mother.” I batted my ebony colored, make-up coated eyelashes up and down as she peered over to me with her twinkling eyes. She squished her small, pink lips into a straight line across her face, issuing to me that she was not going to fall for my innocent girl act.

“Your grades, they are so… So… unamusing yet also not surprising considering you prefer to watch movies and eat a ton of junk food while sitting on the couch than studying.” She said, her bright green eyes locked onto my blue ones.

“Mom, have I ever told you how pretty you are!” I tried changing the subject, but again, she’s extremely prone to my tactics so there was no way she was falling for that one. She grabbed my second quarter report card and shoved it into my hand. My eyes scanned the subversive sheet of paper that causes all my misery annually. C-, D, B-, C, C-, B. My eyes widened in disbelief. This must be a mistake, I thought.

“This is exactly what I mean, Summer. You’re slacking.” She ripped the paper out of my hand and stashed it into a drawer, not wanting to look at it for another minute. I walked over to her with mock sadness written upon my face as I uttered, “I promise I’ll do better.” I glanced up at her with sad puppy dog eyes as she rested her hand upon my head, rolling her eyes. “Things are easier said than done, prove it to me Summer.” I nodded, a sudden smirk growing upon my face as I have yet again gotten away with one of my mischievous fake sadness acts. All the practicing in the mirror really did pay off.

“Now, go up to your room and study, Summer! Now.” She ordered, as I was already running up the long spiral stairs case that led to the palace I would like to call, my bedroom.

My cell phone chimed with its familiar alert, signaling to me that I had just received a text. I fought every being within me to not pick up my phone and start a conversation with whoever is texting me. Considering the only person I text on a regular basis is my best friend Carson Everett, I knew it has to be her. My cell phone chimed again, causing my heart to race a little faster. This felt like one of those scenes in a movie where the girl is waiting for a text from the guy she likes, and then it finally does and she’s too scared to pick it up. Except no guys text me. No longer able to fight the anticipation, I reached for my phone, defeated by my own mind and body.