CHAPTER FOUR:
Iggy’s grandmother was a lovely woman in her mid-seventies. She was very compassionate, generous, kind and understanding, and she was an extremely good cook. Although I normally am not a fan of fish, the way she cooked the fish we had for dinner was simply exquisite. When dinner was over, I offered to do the dishes. It was the least I could do to help. Zerrah offered to help me, and although I refused, she insisted.
We both walked into the kitchen carrying stack of dirty plates, silverwares, and glasses in our arms while the three boys headed into the living room to play Guitar Hero.
“Thanks for helping me with this, Zerrah.” I gave her a smile as we both set down the stuff on the counter of the sink.
“No prob,” she smiled back. “By the way, do you and Caleb have any plans of going back to school on Monday?”
I paused. I hadn’t thought about that. “I don’t know.” I said at a length. “We could still go to school since our tuition’s already paid for the whole school year, but…I’ll have to talk to Caleb about it.”
“You should, you know.” She said. “Go back to school, I mean. If Caleb won’t, I’ll stuff my leg down his throat.”
“I’m sure he’d like that,” I muttered to myself without thinking.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” I flushed red in embarrassment. “I was just saying that I’m sure Caleb would like to go back to school.”
“He’d better.”
Just then, I remembered something. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath through my teeth. “I just remembered something. I left all my school books back at home, and I’m pretty sure Caleb didn’t bring his either. We’re not going back there just to get a couple of books.”
“So what are you two gonna do then? Drop out?” She frowned.
“Seems like the only choice left.” I sighed.
“Oh, nuh-uh. Caleb cannot drop out of school.” Zerrah wagged her finger in front of me. “If he does, then I’m gonna yank that first place out of his hands.”
“Huh?”
She looked at me again and gave me another smile. “Caleb never told you about how we got together, huh?”
“Actually, Caleb never told me he had a girlfriend. He never talked.”
She sighed and her eyes looked sad. “Your house is a battlefield and school was his escape.”
We had mutually agreed that I’d wash and she’d rinse, and that was exactly what we did.
“Before you guys came to McCollum High two years ago, I ranked first in our class.” When my eyes widened in astonishment, she grinned. “Believe it, honey. I’m your average nerd.”
“But… you’re a cheerleader.”
“So? That doesn’t mean cheerleaders can’t be smart.” She frowned at the plate in her hands. “I hate blonde jokes. They’re an insult to blondes everywhere. And just because I’m blonde and a cheerleader, people usually categorize me as an airhead. I’m not superficial or even vain, but then I’m instantly stereotyped as a bimbo.”
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Beautiful Disaster (Ongoing & on Hiatus)
RomanceEver since her mother died, Natalie has been the glue that desperately tries to keep the remains of her broken family intact. And when Caleb, her older melancholic brother, runs away from home, she comes to a moot point in her life---go after him...
