Let me study you.

Chapter 15-4-ODM

Photo of a heart shaped cloud.

"Love is everywhere but some don't choose to see it."

I wanted to see Curtis again,just seeing him was enough.I had a conversation with myself concerning the crush I was starting to develop for Curtis and wondered the reason I had chosen not to feel any of those feelings for 4 years.I remembered my friend Amy.

She kept forgiving her boyfriend who was once her crush too.Her relationship was toxic,everyone could see it except her.I saw my friend's dead body being removed from her apartment while blood dripped from her dress.All because of that guy who had no respect for her,pretended that there was something when actually everything was a lust.This is what I am scared of;confusing love with lust.It is even more difficult since I grew up in an unhealthy family who were once healthy.I saw how my parents were drifting away but if anyone knew them before,divorce seemed nearly impossible.I could help Amy but she did not want anyone to be affected by what she was going through.This is why I helped Aaron the other day,to me he was Amy.

A football match was playing on the TV and no one was watching and that was great,I can watch some TV.

"Excuse me,I need to watch my football match." Aaron said while taking the remote from me.

"Gosh let me use the TV for once,you've been stuck here since the first day." I replied sarcastically.Pissing him off was becoming a habit now.He snatched the remote while I chased him.

"GIVE THAT BACK." I shouted while trying my useless Kung Fu with him.I was trying my best not to be touchy.

He suddenly pushed me and snatched the remote control.

"Let me sit in peace Ashley."he whispered

 Who was ASHLEY now?

I noticed that Aaron is very private and that is what makes him intimidating.I had lots of clues concerning his personal life including the things he was blabbering while he was tipsy.Should I try be more friendly towards him?

Hell no Ivy,do it to people who values your presence.

I went to my room where I talked to Ron and Sylvia about how I met Aaron and they were all creeped out by his personality.

"But how can he be like this to you when you helped him that night?" Sylvia asked while Ron instantly had an answer to her question.

"I think he is sweet but it's just that he has not yet developped a soft spot for you for the time being.To be honest girl,you are gonna have to do a lot in order for him to really appreciate you."

"By the way,I forgot to tell you that the group of guys and Sonia are planning for another hangout so stay tuned."he continued

"Not again man." "Well we can refuse can't we?"

"Come on Ivy,I heard that they are super popular.They even have a name for their squad which is dope well I think it's the fangirls that created it for them then they eventually made it their identity."

"What is the name?"

"4-ODM"

4-ODM? that seemes like an interesting name to be honest.

"So what are we wearing since it will be at the club?"Sylvia asked

I am not sure because I obviously have not packed for night-outs. I was trying to be optimist about it since this could help me in my Sociology research work.

I never really mentioned about it right?

I have to choose a topic to make a research on it for my Sociology project.Since I was small,I always felt intrigued by the difference between rich and poor so that is what I opted for.Let me start from the beginning,I was born in a middle-class house and family;I am still this way but I think It was a bit more when I was small.My father was a butler and my thought was that since he worked in rich houses,he was well paid but I was actually wrong.My father poured wine and offered any help to the family but they never paid him an acceptable salary.My mother did not have a fixed job;she worked as a cashier on shift in a 24/7 open supermarket, sometimes washed dishes and cleaned restaurants.It was starting to get to a point where I stopped seeing my parents for days since they were all busy in their own ways.

Lack of communication is the greatest reason why my parents were drifting away.My father was so stressed that he gradually became an alcoholic and that contributed to domestic abuse.He would hit my mom and sometimes hit me when I defended her.My mother started having affairs and as well as my dad till they decided to get a divorce.After being legally divorced,I decided to live with my aunt as I prefered that over step parents.I noticed a lot,sometimes relatives would tend to differentiate between their kids and I don't blame them.After staying for a while I could see the petty issues that were arising mostly out of jealousy.My aunt tried her best to cover things but I am blessed with the eyes of an eagle.

At 17,I moved to my little house which at least my father could give me and since then,I work part-time jobs and attend my university.My parents already have their own happy family and to be honest,I am happy for them even if they did not work out.I feel jealous when I think of their kids,they are probably having a better childhood than me but that's okay.