Life without Davis

Chapter 10:??Its ok is it?

"I still haven't been able to get a chance to win one of the season's finale games, " Rodger complained to me. He is like my closest friend in the basketball team and he's literally just the nicest ever kid at school. "Just a shot and it would have swung in the net but someone had to bounce it off to court. " He lamented as I went to the basket ball court to get him so we could walk to the canteen.

"It's still okay, you'd always, win another time I can swear. " I pat his back twice.

"Thanks Ashley, by the way, how's it with Davis? " He says as we stop at his locker to return his basketball and notes.

"It's okay, I would really love to talk things out with him though, at least maybe things could work out. " I explain.

"Really? "

"What do you mean 'really? '"

"I mean, it's late, I guess. " He shrugs.
"What do you mean? " I ask.
"Well, haven't you heard that he got robbed at the Gulag club, he must have raped a girl or something. " He says.

"I've heard, but I don't believe them, I believe that he could never do such. Don't you? " I frown.

"I'm just trying to be a good friend. Nothing more. " He says slamming his locker.

"Can we just cut to the chase, it's because he won you to that air hockey game. " I said rolling my eyes

"No, that was just some childish boy game that wasn't supposed to mean anything whatsoever. " He counters.

"Then why are you such a hater? " I ask.

"You know what, I'll see you later. Bye. " He says turning to walk away.

"How about our snack? " I tell hoping he might be able to hear me but it's as bad as talking to compost. Waste of time and saliva.

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Davis

It freaks me out each time I am about two inches close to the oak door of my house, ex now. How am I going to represent myself after our argument. This is all one thing I didn't look at when I decided to come here.

Although this is a disadvantage, I really needed to do this. I haven't been OK ever since. I'd been sharing a room with my good bros, Khaled. I'd sneak into his hostel as soon as it was lights out and then get up as soon as it is 4:30 am and then find the rest of my sleep in the cafeteria. Life has been really tough and I wasn't even wearing my clothes, all of what I was wearing were all borrowed.

The bags in my eyes we're getting heavier, the black patches on my face were really showing and I was having a bad case of 'sleep-during-class-mology' and things were getting really out of hand.

I needed a good life back, one tthat I could say was a good one, and that wouldn't have happened if I was still so repellant to asking for mercy from here.

For like the fifth time I take my hand a one inch away to the door bell. I finally get the urge to slam it. It rings and I slam it again.

It slings right open in front of me and I can only imagine what I have in for myself. It's a woman in a black sleeping gown, ankle socks slid into place and white slides with a brown scarf like jacket.

"Hello, who are you dear one? Here for fruits? " She asks. She seems so nice and beautiful, her blue crystal ocean eyes gleaming in the shade of the sun. I could see my reflection in them.

"No ma'am. I'm here to see... " I stop to reason if it was still ok with me calling him my dad, but knowing from experience I had probably never seen her and she had never seen me too so I go with Porter. "Mr Porter, is he home? " I ask as Mr Porter pops out from behind in only a grey boxer and white slides..