"So, he made you come by kissing you?"
I sigh. "Yes, Rozii, he did."
"You like him more than you let on."
I close my eyes, and then re-open them. "What?"
"Babez," she purrs, "nobody eva get yuh like dat before. Last time I checked, it's almost impossible to make you come. And this boy hasn't even touched you. You like him," she concludes.
"Fuck you," I reply.
"Hey. Just telling you the truth."
I look at my wristwatch and sigh. It's five minutes past five.
"I have to go."
"Where you going?"
"Home. Away from you."
She chortles to herself, then turns to me and says, "When yuh dugu-dugu him, try nuh breed."*
I chuckle to myself. "He just pierced his dick, Roz. He has at least three weeks left." I cry internally at this. Three weeks.Three more weeks of a sexually frustrated hell.
"Oh, and E?"
"Yeah?" I ask while gathering my things. I notice that wicked glint in her eyes again. Shit.
"Whenever you do have sex with Desta... remember not to use Nair."
"Fuck off, and goodbye."
"I love you too!"
***
I changed probably five times before being satisfied with what I was wearing.
First, I chose a mint green evening gown that my grandmother sewed for me when I was eighteen, but then I realized that it was just dinner, not graduation ball. Then I tried on a black dress that I got from Forever 21 the one and only time I went to England, and decided that it was more appropriate for Quad* than dinner with a boy.
I finally decided on a white dress with a round skirt and deep but narrow cut with a wire in the outer sides of the cups, to prevent a Janet Jackson incident from occurring.
I'm currently sitting beside Desta in his black 2015 Toyota Corolla LE Premium, the same car Rozii has, but in turquoise. He already complemented me on my dress, and after thanking him, I complemented him on his "HIM" T-shirt.
"I love HIM. My favourite's 'In Joy and Sorrow'."
"Oh, up until recently, mine's been 'Join Me in Death'."
"What's it now?" I asked.
He chewed his lip, and then said, "'Right Here in My Arms'."
Since the exchange of these words almost five minutes ago, we've been sitting in silence.
I take a moment to admire his face. He's beautiful. His lips are plump, and he has the most defined Cupid's bow, almost like Rihanna. His cheekbones are sosharp, his eyes seem to shine, illuminating the darkness, and yet, he has a rugged, dangerous finish to him.
"Do you have any friends, Desta?"
He chews his lip. It's something he does whenever he's nervous or unsure.
Instead of answering me, he says "tell me about your little friend."
"Rozii?"
"Yes. How did your friendship start? Because you too don't seem anything alike."
Memories of Rozii bringing up events from high school at the shop yesterday come back to me. I decide to bite the bullet.
"Please don't laugh."
