I Don't Do Friends

Chapter Twenty Two

Clinton is BACK!

I can't help but feel threatened at the thought of that boy. We have a pretty messed up history and although am not fully proud of my past, I don't also fully regret what I did to him. I may have been a bit of a liar back then, since I didn't actually tell the whole truth when reporting the guy to the authorities, but other than that, what I did was right. He Harrassed me after all.

Meeting him yesterday was definitely something I hadn't expected. Yes I'm still very alive, much to my surprise and bewilderment. Nothing really happened between us yesterday at Thrillers.

He simply came in, looked at me with the same shock I carried all over my face. Then simply shook his head and left with his group. Everything from then was a blur. I literally don't remember how I got home.

I just saw CLINTON!

He saw Me!

And did NOTHING?

I know, I can't believe myself either. From what he had done to Chris, I had expected my case to be a 'kill-on-sight' mission but he apparently has something else planned for me.

I simply can't shake off the feeling that something real bad is coming for me. So I'm deciding to do the most logical thing.

My next exam is next week Thursday and honestly, I just want to get it over with. I pick up my phone and dial my aunt's line. She picks on the very first ring.

"Auntie, good evening"

"Jerry, how are you? And what is it? Do you want to come over, again?" She asks in quick successions. It's like our thing now. I call her mostly when I need some time off, then she calls my mom and asks for my assistance, to which my mom can never refuse as long as I'm 'willing' to go.

"You know me!" I casually reply

"I even need you here sef. I'm traveling and I need you to look over some stuffs here for me."

"Okay, when are you traveling"

"Now, so Hurry. Lemme call your mother" She ends the call.

My aunt, mother's sister, is a very nice lady. Still single, she lives in a very comfortable self-con apartment besides the Government House of the State. Actually, the apartment is owned by the ruling party of the State. Imagine the coziness.

I quickly stuff my school bag with my Sunday Cloth and grab a shoe, my slippers, charger and of course my books and materials for the next exam. Then I wait.

My phone buzzes from where it is lying on my bed and I freeze when I see who's calling.

This can't be really happening. Not Now.

I ignore the call and it ends. Then I wish this country had a functional voicemail service. I smile at the thought of how 'the privileged' get mad when their calls are sent to voicemail. I know fully well if the service enters this country, I'd curse anyone who answered my calls, preferring to speak into the voicemail than to the actual receiver.

"Chibu!"

I'm cut short of my reverie when I hear mom's call. I check my stuffs once again and grab my bag, lock my room and head to the gate.

"She already told me! Am going!" I shout back to her. Am sure she's shocked because this is probably the first time I'm 'willingly' going without persuasion. Though I pretty much arrange the whole thing, I still act all 'not interested' when my mom tells me.

Forty two minutes later, and am in my aunt's place. She's already left and kept the key where she normally keeps it, with a note on her fridge telling me if the stuffs I need to look out for her. Just the usual errands and what nots.