Beyond The Starss

Two

  I didn't go to school the next day, which was a Friday, for two reasons. One is because of the usual excruciating cramps that makes my limbs numb. Two is because I am not mentally and physically prepared to meet Christopher. I really don't and can't explain why but I had him on my mind all through the weekend. I found myself wearing his cardigan all through Saturday feigning cold that wasn't there. I had two major thoughts on my mind..

One 'how did he see my stain that fast? The whole class was engrossed in the truth or dare game they were playing so was he always checking me or it was just a coincidence?' And two 'after seeing it,why did he have to help me? I know the boys of my class would pinch each other to check my skirt and then laugh about it for the next few weeks so why did he help me?'

   I know that I'm probably overthinking the incident. Each time those thoughts cross my mind,my brain automatically gives an answer which is 'it was coincidental and he doesn't have to be like the other boys. He was just kind. He would have done the same to any other girl." I'm torn between believing this or not believing.

   Chi always had a crush every year. Our first year in senior secondary school had her drooling over Ayomide; the youngest boy in our class. Second year was Peter; he bought her a plastic flower, chocolates and a valentine themed notebook for Valentine. Chi couldn't stop talking about it till Peter left our school. News had it that his parents sent him abroad. There's no guy yet for our third year but the session has only started.

   I don't know how this crushing on a person works, I've never had a crush on anyone. I've always found the boys of my school annoying and ugly, well, except Christopher. Not like I paid him any attention since he joined us but if thinking too much about one person is what crushing is all about then I suppose I now have a crush on Chris.

   Mom was home this weekend. She returned on Friday's night and I knew the weekend wouldn't be fun at all. First she complained of how rough and unkempt my room was. She kept nagging about how much I need to grow up and realize that I'm a lady who can take of herself already. She went further to tell me of how she shouldn't be spending extra money to keep a maid when she has a 16 years old daughter at home. And she went on and on and on. This is the way I spend my weekends whenever she's home and I could say that I'm used to it.

   Saturday evening,she sent for me. I went to meet her in her room. I opened the door and peeped in..

"Mom,you sent for me."

"You know you could actually knock on the door before sticking your head in."

"Sorry mum."

"Come in."