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PROBLEM XLVII : HomeComingCame
Today was Leon’s first day back from his suspension. I should’ve been quivering in my boots, but oddly, I was barely affected. I suddenly felt so emotionally drained with everything that was happening recently, the way all events had been turning out. I can only imagine it being a disaster coming face to face with Leon Fomah.
Though I was utterly dreading a confrontation with Leon, I was not doing anything to avoid it. So naturally, I didn't turn on my heels and run when I saw Leon waltzing down the hallway, with a massive smile on his face. What surprised me though was the fact that he did not acknowledge me at all. I was expecting a shout down in the middle of the hallway or a menacing look. I was expecting something at least.
Houston and I weren’t talking. Well, he was trying. I was too worked up about my feelings, and I had been avoiding talking to him since our argument. It was petty, I will admit.
English with Mr. Hall was a breeze, Houston wasn’t there. And throughout the day, I noticed that Houston wasn’t there in a lot of his classes, including his basketball practices. Lately, Houston had been cutting a lot of school, which is saying something because I knew he had a perfect attendance of which he was very proud of. And I had a feeling nothing good was going out come out of this.
I learnt that Houston and I had received a A grade on our 5 Star commercial project, and I was buzzing with excitement, I wanted to tell Houston, until I realized things were off-off between us. Houston and I hadn’t talked much after he had taken me home with him. He wouldn’t say much, but he would always take me to his house after school, it was almost as if I was living there. Avery hadn’t said anything, and welcomed me with open arms. But I wasn’t very comfortable practically living off the Melark money. But Houston was too afraid to leave me alone at home, with Justin.
I knew that Houston cared a great deal about me. But was it so hard for him to understand that I too cared a lot for him? He was keeping secrets. Secrets that, I knew were about himself and not some petty cheating thing thing such as a bet. I knew the things he was keeping from me were about the parts of himself that I never knew about.
Dean caught me on the front gates of LakeVille High and told me he would drop me home today. I couldn’t help it when my face fell at the thought of Houston not even picking me up, as he had done for the last few days. I wonder if it was pissing him off that I wasn’t talking to him. The thing was that I just didn't know what to say. We had an argument, but I think I was over it. But things had been so awkward lately, I just didn't know how to break that ice that was turning thick every passing minute. I think I had royally fucked up this time. Goddess!
Dean drove me back to Houston’s house, despite of me basically commanding him to take me to my own house. He just laughed in my face and told me that I looked cute when I was angry. I placed a very prominent scowl on my face for the rest of the ride, with my arms crossed over my chest. I was such a child.
