Chapter 8: It’s Complicated“Well, would you look at that? You haven’t killed each other yet” she said, walking down the stairs on hearing her two sons walk into the house. “How was school?”Marcus looked in no mood at all to conversate or share pleasantries. I wouldn’t blame him. The situation he had on his hands was definitely one that needed tenderness. If his mom, or even worse, Ryan found out, hell would be too small to contain the kind of deep shit he’d be in. So, he needed complete focus. He just sprinted up the stairs and past him mom like she wasn’t even there. “Marcus. Marc—”“What’d you do this time?” She looked back at an emotionless Ryan.“You know your son Ma. Do I even need to do anything before he’s pissed off?” He walked past his mom and towards the dining. “Got any snacks? I’m starving.”“Wait up. We need to talk” she limped down the remaining steps and towards her son, who already had a banana halfway down his throat. “What happened to your leg?” He managed to sa
Chapter 9: For the Night“Well I’m the owner of the car, so I’m pretty sure whatever it is, I should know about it.”“Okay… well umm… there’s this party—”“No.”“Hold up, you haven’t even heard the full thing.”“I don’t care about the full thing Marcus, you’re not going and that’s final.”“But—”“Don’t argue with me on this one. I said no. And that’s it.”“Uggghhh. Sometimes mom, you just make me want to—”“What’s going on here?” Ryan walked into the mix, his hands dripping water.“Well… your brother, who has never ever liked humans in general, has the sudden urge to go for a party. Later tonight if I’m not wrong” she looked back at her younger son who had rage and frustration nailed into one overwhelming facial expression. “Of course it’s later tonight. Do you kids think I was born yesterday or something? I know what happens at parties like that.”“And what’s the problem with that?” Ryan said in a split and sudden moment of agreement with his supposed archenemy. “Wait…what?” Mrs. Bo
Chapter 10: Nonstop“THIS A ROLLIE NOT A STOP WATCH, SHIT DON’T EVER STOP”Pretty impressive that such a song was still the life of the party four years after it’s release. Every single person was turning up. Why wouldn’t you? This was the vibe spring really needed. Its chilly mornings and even colder nights were becoming pretty unbearable, and if there was ever a solution to such ‘drag’, this was it.In the background, the Toyota corolla parked just behind what looked like truckload of cars in attendance. Looked like a lot of people showed up for this one. Would definitely be quite easy to slip in and slip out. But someone was having second thoughts about it.“You sure we should do this Nessa? I’m not… I’m not really feeling this on—”“That’s cause you think too much with your head. Just be free. Let the moment sink in” she got out of the car and gently closed it behind her. “You might only come across moments like this once.” She tapped the car’s windows lightly. “Come on, get out.”
Chapter 11: Dance Floor, Show Them On The Dance Floor"Everyone's looking at us Vanessa, you sure this is the right id–" he tried taking his hands off but she held it just as he was about to chicken out."Everybody's watching…so what?" She looked into his pitch-black eyes with an aura of confidence. Slowly resting her head on his chest, she whispered. "Like I said before, you think about stuff way too much. You got to live in the moment." She rose her head off his chest and now looked back into his eyes. "Squeeze it.""What? You're crazy.""Deadass, you're a pussy. Do you ever just– oouu" she shrieked a little on feeling his shaky hand double his grip on her. "Could've been a lot gentler, but that's a good start." She looked around and saw that everyone on the dance floor had stopped dancing. Every single eye was locked on her, not the first time if we're being honest. But then, as she kept looking and listening, it gradually seemed the attention wasn't on her. She looked back into hi
Chapter 12: Wet Dreamz"What…what are you doing here?" He asked, understandably confused."Well maybe open up the window and we can have a normal ass conversation.""Normal ass conversation? Vanessa, you're at my window. Nothing about this is normal.""Just open up the window." She tapped lightly on the glass pane. He rose it up and almost immediately, she fell into his room with a loud thud. "Everything okay up there?" Mrs. Boaz asked from downstairs. "Y— yes mom. I just … I just tripped over something.""Oh okay. Should I come up? Do you need–""No" he said, a little too strong. "I mean…um no. I'm good. I'm good. I'm going to bed now.""Oh okay then. Goodnight honey.""What the fuck are you doing here?" He turned to Vanessa who'd already plopped down to his comfortable bed. "Vanessa? Did you hear my question? Why exactly are you h–""I want to talk.""You want to talk? Do you know what my mom is going to do to me if she finds you here…in my room? Do you know what Ryan's gonna to
Chapter 13: You’re Only Looking For Attention"Come on. Hop out" Ryan said, dropping off his little brother as emotionless as always. The look he had on his sparsely pimpled face was different from the one he had a day before, but it was a very similar circumstance this time round. All eyes were glued on Marcus just as he alighted the Toyota Corolla. Although some eyes were still on his built, emotionless, older brother who never seemed to care about anything (still didn't know that people were gazing intensely at him every time he showed up), there were more eyes on the 6'1, Sixty-seven kilograms of less muscle than fat. Ryan, without caring, reversed and drove off, leaving his younger brother in the mercy of piercing eyes. "Okay. One after the other." He gulped. "Step by step."With every step he took there were whispers that he could obviously hear but unfortunately not ignore. "I thought he was gay to be honest, but yesterday…damn" one said. "Didn’t think Boaz had it in him to be
Chapter 14: I’ve Created A Monster“Y’all better stop playing” she said with a beaming smile. The chants gradually began to die down, but the smiles, the whispers and the looks from classmates who were so jealous but just couldn’t take their eyes off her, were too vivid to ignore. Making her way to her seat as the whispers kept lingering… “Hey” she dapped Devon, “What’s up Lee” She smiled at her Alicia, and Alicia smiled back. Pretty decent relationship they were having right about now. Marcus didn’t seem to be enjoying one bit of it. “Hey Marcus.” She said, taking her seat. “That’s it?” Devon echoed. “Shut up Devon” she smiled, taking her books out of her bag.“Come on. After what happened yesterday that can’t be it right?” He kept pestering.“I said, shut up.” Still with a smile, though this time sounding way more serious about it. “Marcus tell him to shut up.” And then there was dead silence. “Marcus?” she turned to look him in the eyes and he returned the look with one complete
Chapter 15: Fuck the Talent ShowA Low-cut afro. A pair of piercing and scrutinizing blue eyes. A facial expression that made up for his lack of words, and a stance that demanded nothing but respect. Mr. Benedict wasn’t your average drama teacher. Most students wish he’d been the one cut off in order to afford the auditorium instead of the astronomy teacher, when in fact, he was the mastermind behind his sacking. And this auditorium/hall/making out hideaway for the senior students, was his torture chamber. More often than not, he walked and worked with someone who shared the same mindset as him. Basically someone who did the talking for him. This time around, it was…“Good day students. Now you all know me, Vice president of the drama club, Arthur Orion. And of course, the ever-talented Mr. Benedict beside me. Hope we all know why we’re here. The school’s annual talent show is just a couple days away, and if we want to be perfect before that time, then we’ve got to start practicing. N