Obsessed

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I scrambled through my book bag, searching for my keys as I exited the Uber.

"Thank you" I said to the driver, not looking up at him. I was honestly in a rush to get into my house and it didn't help that my keys were nowhere to be found.

I ran up my front steps and to my door, banging on it angrily when I got there. Everything seemed to be annoying me at this point.

My Uber driver had been driving very slow and on top of that, wanted to have a conversation as if it wasn't obvious that I had my AirPods in my ear.

"Where's your key?" I heard my mother say as she opened the door. I just ignored her and brushed past her. I was honestly ready to get to my room and lay down.

"AND WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" she yelled to me as I reached the top of the stairs, but I ignored that too.

I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I threw my book bag and jacket to the floor and hopped in bed, neglecting to take any of my other clothes off. I had no idea why I was in such a bad mood all of a sudden.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Feeling my keys in there as well. They were here the whole time.

I immediately went to the messages app and to Andre's contact name. It was nice enough of a gesture for him to call me an Uber I guess. The least I can do was let him know I got home safely.

I typed and retyped the message several times before sending it, going through my options:

I made it home safely ☺️

Too pressed.

I'm home

Too dry.

I eventually decided on: I made it home alright. No emoji.

I sat for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to read my message and respond. I checked my phone periodically to see if he had ever responded.

The last time I opened the message, I was kinda upset. My message had been read 3 minutes ago, but he didn't reply, not even with an "ok". Maybe he was busy. But it still didn't take that long to type a simple response. Instead he left it read.

The Next Day ➡️

"You guys did what!?" Aaron yelled loud enough for people outside of the cafeteria to hear.

Aaron was my best friend and had been since freshman year when our entire schedules were the same and we were forced to sit next to each other in almost every class.

I put a hand over his mouth and put a finger up to mine with my free hand.

"Not so loud" I cautioned him. I looked around to see if AJ was anywhere around. I didn't want him to know that I was out here sharing the details of our little rendezvous from yesterday, especially when his words were very clear: Don't tell anyone!

I think he may have DL or something, I don't know. I just know that I was dying at the chance to lose my virginity to him.

He still hadn't responded to my text from yesterday which was kind of questionable because I figured that we'd at least speak afterwards, but he probably just forgot.

I continued to fill Aaron in on the details of what happened after removing my hand from his mouth. He didn't really speak the entire time though; it was mostly just him gasping and nodded his head.

"I really can't believe he did that" Aaron spoke after I had concluded my story.

"Yeah, me either. Who the fuck even is Kyle? He can't possibly look better than me" I responded, taking a sip of my carton of milk afterwards.

"Um, bitch look!" Aaron said, his gazed focused behind me.

I looked over my shoulder toward the cafeteria entrance only to see AJ entering the cafeteria with his arm wrapped around my arch nemesis, the Kyle White.

My jaw had damn near fallen to the ground at the site of these two together. Was that who he was waiting for to come over after me. I wonder if he knew he had my sloppy seconds.

"Calm down" Aaron whispered from behind me. I hadn't even realized that I'd completely shifted around in my seat and was shaking out of anger.

I didn't know why I was so angry though. It's not like AJ was my man even though I had been secretly wishing he was since I came here freshman year and he was a sophomore.

"That little bitch!" I mumbled under my breath.

I turned back around to face Aaron, trying to make myself look as normal and not mad as I could, but it didn't work. Especially with my best friend.

"Jalen, it's not even worth it to stress about. There are plenty of other cute people here. One of them actually wants you. Does the name Omar not ring a bell."

He put an emphasis on the name and sure Omar was a nice guy, but I had never thought of him in that way. I may have flirted with him occasionally, but it was just that.

I turned around once more to see AJ exiting the cafeteria.

"I'll be right back" I said, hopping up out of my seat before Aaron could stop me or tell me not to. I followed AJ to the boys bathroom which was right next to the cafeteria door.

When I walked in the bathroom, he was in one of the stalls.

I pretended to be doing something in the mirror so that when he came out, it wouldn't seem as if I had followed him in here even though that was exactly what I had done.

I heard the toilet flush and quickly pulled my Blistex out of my pocket, applying it while looking at myself in the mirror.

"Oh, hey AJ" I greeted as if I hadn't known he was there.

He didn't speak. He just sent me a head nod as he applied to soap to his hands and began to rinse them under the water.

"I texted you yesterday..to let you know that I made it home" I said, my gaze not leaving my own in the mirror. I pretended to still be applying Blistex.

"Yeah. I saw." His words came out dryly, like he didn't want to be talking to me.

"You could've responded" I laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I could've. But I was busy." He was making this conversation a lot harder than it had to be.

"Oh. Well what are you doing later today."

"Look, Jalen. Yesterday was cool, but it was just a one time thing. If I want it to happen again I'll let you know" he said, pointing his finger first at himself, then at me.

He finished drying his hands and headed for the bathroom door.

"But you took my virginity" I said under my breath.

He looked back as if he was waiting for me to repeat what I said out loud.

I turned my head away from him because at that point, I felt embarrassed and humiliated. I didn't want him to see that because I didn't want him to know that he had gotten to me.

I watched out the corner of my eye as he shook his head and walked out of the bathroom door, not bothering to look my way again.