A Break Apart

CHAPTER 7. Memory Lane

I was having my toasts and tea in the living room after Mum left for work. In the middle of my breakfast and watching TV, a call came in. I dropped my cup of Lipton tea on the center table and snatched my phone from the table. Smiling, I swiped the green button.

"Hey, bestie!" I squealed.

She giggled. "Glad to know that I was missed."

"Too bad I can't say the same because I've been expecting your call like you promised. You're really good at dumping one in the wilderness.

Her laughter filled my ears. "I'm so sorry. My phone had an accident, and I didn't have the time to take her to the hospital because of the school project."

I shook my head, laughing. "See who has a PHD."

She chuckled. "How's your new place?"

I folded my legs and snuggled a throw-pillow on my thighs. "It's breathtaking! And my house is not so far from yours now, which means more hangouts."

"Yeah! That's true. And speaking of your new place, any hot guy chasing you yet?" I imagined her eyebrows wiggling up and down.

I laughed. "Oh, please, spare me the boy drama."

"Are you and David cool though, like friends?"

My mood turned sour on hearing his name. "What reasons do I have to want to be friends with that good for nothing guy who brutally ended our relationship just because I held onto my believe on chastity?"

"Whoa! Slow down. Seems like someone hasn't moved on." I pictured a smirk on her face.

"Of course I have, you brought it up, not me."

"And put it in a more simple term," she laughed, "that idiot left you because you denied him sex."

My body shuddered at her last word. "Well, at least you got the message, your simple term wasn't necessary."

"One would think you skipped the topic on puberty and reproduction in secondary school with the way you're sounding- speaking of that..." I perceived mischief in her tone.

"No, no, no, don't even go there," I warned, and her laugher seemed as though she was rolling on the floor and clenching her stomach.

"Did you call with a purpose to annoy me?" I asked, but she was yet to recover from her laughing flu.

"Goodbye!" I yelled into the phone speaker and cut the call. Not five seconds passed when the phone I still held in my hand notified me of a text message from Natasha. I opened it.

So sorry! It just never gets old. Lmao!

I caught the flu and didn't know when laughter escaped my lips, and then my mind wandered off.

Our Integrated Science teacher wrote the new topic for the week, 'Puberty', on the white board. After about an hour of teaching, she pointed at me to answer a question. I got up, waiting for her question.

"List all the signs of puberty in girls," she said, and I became numb all of a sudden. "C'mon, the class is waiting. We don't have all day," she added.