Love Me

Chapter 3

"Sweetie, wake up," my mom said as she lightly tapped me on my shoulder while sitting on my bed next to me. I opened my eyes slowly and I waited for my eyes to fully adjust to the daylight.

"Good morning, mom," I said and she gave me one of your heartwarming smiles.

"Good morning, baby" she replied. I tried to sit up by my muscles ached badly probably from tossing and turning all night long. I cringed and my mom's smile disappeared.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" she asked while pressing the back of her palm on my forehead to check my temperature.

"No, mom. I'm fine" I tell her. She takes her hand off me and she slowly nods her head in agreement but I can tell that she doesn't believe me.

"You overslept. Devin called a million times for me to wake you up since you weren't answering his calls" she said as she walked up to the door.

"And sweetie, your father is cooking today," she said and she left and closed the door behind her.

Oh no. Dad is cooking? That's a disaster. You see, my dad is a very talented person. Just not in the cooking aspect. It's surprising that no one has gotten food poisoning from his food. Yet. It's so surprising how he manages to mess up everything, even pasta. When he cooks pasta, it ends up looking like custard or something.

I better call Dev to buy me something to eat before I'll be a victim.

I grab my phone which was on my bedside table. I check the phone and I saw that mom was right. He did call. A lot. But what made me sad was that there wasn't a single call from Matthew. I tried to push him to the back of my mind. He didn't matter now. What mattered was that I was hungry and Devin could buy me something to eat. I dialed Dev's number and he quickly picked the call after the first ring.

"Dev, I need your help fast," I said to him.

"Good morning to you too, you've finally decided to join the world of the living," he said. I was getting really desperate and Devin wasn't listening.

"Devin, my dad's cooking today," I said quickly and quietly to prevent my dad from hearing us just in case he was around my room.

"Oh my God, Kelly. Is that why you didn't pick my calls? Have you been poisoned? Should I call 911?" Devin asked frantically and I would have laughed if I wasn't so hungry. He had been on the receiving end of my dad's cooking. In summary, it did not end well for Devin.

"No Dev, I need you to buy snacks for me from Jada's bakery. Pleassseee" I pleaded with him.

"Okay, I'm on it," he said and he cut the call. My mouth was almost watering thinking about food from Jada's bakery. I've loved her baked goods since I was a little girl. She just knew the right things to add to make her confectionery so delicious.

Thinking about her food made my stomach grumble so I stood up immediately and rushed to go and prepare from school praying to God that Devin will come through with the food.

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"I'm so glad you are here," I said running to Devin. Somehow, I had managed to escape my dad's cooking. I told him I was running late and wouldn't have time to eat which wasn't entirely a lie. He dropped me off at school about 20 minutes ago and I stood in our spot waiting for Devin.

"Are you talking to me or the baked goods?" he asks with humor laced in his voice.

"Do you want me to lie to you?" I said as he held out a paper bag and I took it and opened it.

"I got you your favorite," he said smiling.

"What would I do without you, Dev?" I said as I took out the chocolate-filled croissant that I had always loved since I was a child.