mania; ski/x

twenty six- mania

twenty six- mania

I woke up Monday morning feeling jubilant for once. A genuine smile on my face was something rare, a thing that only happened whenever I was truly happy. Despite the fact that Royce questioned me about my disappearance on Saturday once again, and that a weird number mistaken me for their ex, I still found myself in a happy state of mind; I was just an hour into my day, but I still felt the same from earlier this morning. The drive to school was silent between Royce and I, however, Davina and I shared a few glances and small smiles throughout the ride to school. And once we arrived, the three of us immediately went to our lockers to put our bags away and grab our books for the first class period.

When Davina and I entered Mr. Fields class, I noticed that there was a substitute; a tall man with dreadlocks that were out back into a ponytail. His skin was caramel; his eyes were dark brown; he wore a black suit with a navy blue tie. He looked professional, as if he knew what he was doing. However, he obviously didn't, considering almost everyone was acting like fucking chimpanzees. Davina glanced over at me, a small smirk forming on her face.

"Nah, we're getting work done today," I said to her, being completely serious.

She pouted. "You're no fun."

"I have a D in this class, Davina," I said to her, making my way towards the back of the classroom; she was behind me the whole time. "Wait, don't yo ass have a F?"

Suddenly I feel her hitting me upside the head, causing me to groan as I caressed the throbbing area. I mumbled under my breath, "Ouch."

"We'll study tomorrow or something," she said to me, crossing her arms as she slumped in her chair.

I smacked my lips. "We were suppose to study on Saturday, but that shit ain't happen."

"We always have time for studying," she replied, rolling her brown eyes.

She was right, but we didn't keep our word, which was the reason for me scoffing and looking away from her presence with a look of irritation plastered across my face. There would be moments when she'd anger me or make me feel as if I did something wrong, however, I never let that get the best of our friendship. You could never stay mad at her anyways, she was one of a kind.  In addition, I was planning on asking her out on a date this Thursday. For once I was feeling confident in myself, and I wasn't gonna just ignore that. It was there for a reason, and it would be smart of me to use it on something this serious.

A part of me believed that she'd say no, which is slightly decreasing my confidence in a way, but I tried my best to ignore that thought and continue to think positively about the topic.

She kicked at my foot, knocking me out of my train of thought. I shot her a glare, earning a small chuckle from the angel. Maybe, I thought to myself, maybe she'll say yes.

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I left third period with a smile plastered across my face, enthusiasm and positive thoughts flowing through my brain. The way I felt at the moment was foreign, considering most of the time I was melancholic. Whenever I was joyful was whenever I smoked a blunt or two, so knowing that I was happy without relying on the comfort of a drug made me feel incredibly good. Nonetheless, as I was strolling through the halls I noticed Royce and Davina talking to Denzel. Soon enough I was walking towards them.

"Aye, Jahseh!" Denzel called, his smile growing wide. "You tryna go-"

"Nah nigga, I have things to do," I abruptly interrupted, glancing over at Davina; she didn't notice me staring.