Cross roads

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Serena (POV)

"Oh great Detention, urrrgh Mitch if I didn't"

"If you didn't what? Love me?"

"Urghh, you just irritate me."

"Good, then you still love me."

"In your dreams"

I just wish I could wipe that goofy grin off his face . I hurried back to class to meet nineteen minutes of non stop scolding from Mrs Edelbert .

Could my day get any worse? The bell rang and I walked to Julie and the girls in the cafeteria, all the while conflicted, should I forget about Mitch and try again with Drake after all, my plan worked, he couldn't live without me .

He said so himself,  but I doubt I'll ever be able to erase Mitch from my thoughts.

"Hey girls"

" Sere can I borrow your $w@gy@¢ole exclusive purse from the mid monsoon 2013 collection" Roxy said

"which one? "

"the navy blue one "

"yeah sure "

"thanks dear what's wrong?" 

"Yeah why do you have that gloomy expression? " Julie said 

"Yeah who died? " Joanne added

"what happened? Quin , Kayla and Joan  said in unison .

"Mitch says he's innocent "

"but we all know he's not " Quin reminded me.

"yeah but what if?  "

"Stop torturing yourself Serena " Joan said

"But I agree, I doubt he's capable,  why are you reopening this matter again, I thought we agreed you'd move on " Joanne interrupted. 

"Yeah but Drake came to my house this morning"

They sat up immediately to get a better hearing .

"He asked me for a second chance "

"What did you say?" Kayla asked .

"I'd think about it ."

" Will you? " Roxy interrupted

"yes I'm seriously considering it, after all Mitch has served his purpose. Drake came back on his knees begging for a second chance "

I said looking down trying to hide the pain in my eyes.

"He's too much trouble, he got me detention this morning. "

"But you love him " Talia reminded me. She was always the romantic one out of the bunch.

"I loved Drake too but I got over him and I can do it again " I said with confidence this time. I had to convince myself I could . Its the only way . After school, I dragged myself to detention praying Mitch and I wouldn't be alone together .

I got there and lo and behold, we were the only breathing souls there apart from the prefect in charge. I heaved a sigh of disappointment and sat two seats away from him and avoided his gaze.

After five minutes, Mitch stood up and slipped what looked like GH¢100 into the hands of the prefect in charge and soon after he left us alone . He must have bribed him, corruption when will it end? 

He walked toward me, how can someone I'm so posed to dislike look so good, he wore a V shaped white inner shirt with a black  jacket on top with a pair of pencil jeans and navy blue Air Jordans . He opened his mouth to talk to me and I shut him up, he yelled at me and I got angry at him and snapped back .

He screamed at me again and pleaded I listen to him I sensed frustration in his voice and listened.

He told me it wasn't him,  he knew nothing of it and that he was innocent and that he loved me .

He has never said that to me,  I felt…I felt my heart go into over drive, I pray to God I don't faint . I felt a smile crawl up my face, the first in two weeks .

"Serena say something"

"I love you too so much ." I hugged him tight as though I'd never let him go . If I had a choice I wouldn't,  I would never let go off him .

Deep down I felt he was innocent but those three words melted away all my doubts . I love him, i really do, I'd give anything to avoid loosing him.

"Mitch I'm so sorry, my anger blinded my judgement. Can you ever forgive me?  "

" Of course I can, you are my life . I'd do anything for you . "

He called his chauffeur and gave  me a ride home, I brought my car, but I wanted to spend more time with him, only to meet Drake waiting for me in the garden of my mansion near the pool area close to the gates. Oh God of all the suitable times, why now?

Author's note

Its short, but its late, I'm exhausted, I'll update again tomorrow. Thanks for 1k reads I really appreciate it, vote, comment and please don't stop spreading the word. thank you

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