Jammin’ to the beat (Part 9)

I could not believe Iola’s nerve. I guess I should elaborate. Remember last week, when the whole commotion at school was taking place? And I thought that she was blaming the whole thing on me?

Yeah. That wasn’t the story.

SHE WANTED ME TO COVER FOR HER!!!!

The police officer that walked up to me actually asked me if it was true that Iola was with me the entire day when Krayden’s drink was laced, and that she had nothing to do with it. My palms were sweating and I couldn’t think of a word to say so I stood there stuttering for ten minutes. Okay it was more like an hour. Don’t judge me. Luckily, the commotion resumed and the officer had to take control so he promised that he would be back for more details (Yay me!) while I stood staring at Iola’s expression. It wasn’t one I was used to. It was fear.

2 Days later

I need a math tutor. I know, it’s unusual for me because I’m supposed to be a nerd but…I just need one okay. And, since my recent discovery…there was only one person I could think of.

I caught Xycobra after class the following Monday morning. He was talking to a new (gorgeous) student who had just arrived and he was obviously flirting with her. She was obviously blushing because he is…Xycobra. Then they were both obviously giggling like two idiots.

“Hey dude!” I rudely interrupted. I don’t know why. Its not like me okay, stop judging! He turned around with a broad smile. “Hey Schitin!” he said brightly. Schitin. He never calls me that! He then introduced me to the “Lovely Phoenexia” and told her that he would catch up to her later. Then he stood against the wall and stared at me. I stared back.

Ten minutes later

“I need a math tutor!” I finally blurted out. He smirked. Argh, I HATE him!

“Soooo, should I be like concerned or something?” he smiled, biting his lower lip, attempting to be attractive. It wasn’t working. It wasn’t working wonders for his sparkling eyes or his flawless skin or…

“I need you.” I said simply. This made him break into a series of “Oooooh Sky neeeeds mee” and “Ohlala, what does she need from me?” and the most annoying of all, kissy faces. I chanted the word idiot in my head over and over.

“Not like that!” I growled. He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll help you, baby. Be at my house tomorrow afternoon. Wear something pretty,” he said with a wink, then walked away. Wear something pretty? What the heck for? I wasn’t going to listen to him!

24 hours later

I arrived at Xycobra’s house in my usual All Stars and skinnies and gasped at what I saw. A pool party! REALLY?!?!?!!? GAHHHH!!!!!!

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk in. I stood at the gate for ten minutes until he magically appeared at the door. I gave him an annoyed look and he sighed. “Ahh, always a pleasure to see you, Sky” he smirked. I grimaced. I looked like a freaking nerd with all my textbooks in my hand. I repeat, I looked like a nerd. I repeat, I hate him.

“What about tuition, doofus?” I muttered. “We’ll make time,” he smiled. Then he literally pushed me through the door and screamed out “The hero is here!” to a chorus of cheers. Really? He was still on about that?

Then Sam Tsui’s grey area blasted on and I felt like a dog that had smelled a bone from a distance because I immediately had the sudden urge to start jiving like a wild animal. How did he know this was my favourite song? I shrieked in delight and made my way to the dance floor. Hey, plot twist, Phoenexia got there first. Double plot twist, she was challenging me to a dance-off. OH NO SHE DI’INT!

Two words, adrenaline SURGE.

She had moves, I’ll give her that. But I had better moves. Okay no I didn’t. But somehow, some magical dance gene suddenly decided to show itself and my body was moving beyond my control. I looked badass, Oh yeah! Beat that, sucker!

Last plot twist: I looked like an idiot. I was dancing like a drunk hooligan from the street.

20 minutes later

I think I won. I expected her to scream and yell about how she was way better but she just walked gracefully up to me and told me how amazing I was (Ohh she knows my weak spots!) and it annoyed me. How nice she was. I wanted to pull her hair out. Those freaking perfect locks. I wanted to pull them all out!!!!!!

Then something super strange happened. Xycobra walked up to her, put his arm around her waist and told her that it was impossible for her beauty….(Some poetry crap) and then kissed her on the cheek. My face grew white hot and he turned to me. “Isn’t she stunning, Sky?”

In my head: I attacked her with the vuvuzela that Krayden and Volta were going insane with.

Reality: I smiled. A freakish-wide-ish-weirdish-unnatural smile. She blushed and then they walked off into the sunset, but not before Atria “accidentally” “bumped into me” with a whole bowl full of punch.

My hair. My clothes.

But I didn’t attack. I didn’t pull hair. I ran for my life.

Ten minutes later.

Xycobra found me in the nearby park sobbing my eyes out. I don’t know what the heck for, I felt stupid. Then he offered me a tissue which annoyed me so I threw it in his face which made him sneeze. That was funny so I laughed. I looked mental.

“Go away,” I said. He smiled.

“You really have a perfect life, don’t you? Perfect grades, house, family…girlfriend.” I said. He knew I was talking about Phoenexa and he didn’t deny it.

He just walked off saying “Behind every perfection is a flaw,”

Copyright All Rights Reserved Aakifah Mahomed 27 August 2014


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