“Please put that cigarette out young man”, Mr. William said to Derek.
Derek ignored him. I looked at Mr. Williams to see an annoyed look on his face.
“Derek”, CC said reprimanding him. When she saw he was unmoved by her tone she resorted to begging which she shouldn't have to do. I looked over to Mr. Williams and he looked livid. “Come on bae, put it out”, CC touched his arm. He shrugged it off and walked outside instead of just putting it out. CC looked around at everyone ashamed before going outside, slamming the door behind her. Everyone looked around, then out of nowhere Nick shouted, “Am I the only hungry one?!” He asked with a big smile. I had to laugh at his stupidity.
We all sat down and watched the dunk contest. Mr. Williams always rooted for somebody who nobody really knew, claiming we weren't real fans. About an hour into watching the tournament CC came back in followed by Derek. She looked slightly flushed.
Derek took a chair out of the dining room and straddled it backwards, making his self at home. I smirked at how pathetic he was.
Ciara sat next to Jada on the side couch. Sometime after 9, Shanelle and Nick left claiming they had homework. Jada said she was getting tired and wanted to go home. She said she could go by herself because my parents just got home. I knew my dad would have my head if Jada walked home alone even if it was 2 houses down.
Angie stood up when I did. I went over to CC and hugged her again. Shook Mr. Williams hand and waved goodbye to Mrs. Williams and Trey. As we walked out the door I caught Derek sizing me up and down and I gave him a little head nod of acknowledgment, and we left.
Chapter 7:
Say No
Angie
Ugh!!! Sundays, Every Sunday morning my parents drag me to church. It's the same old thing. Pray, Pray PRAY. It's ridiculous. I mean I pray in my spare time. Why do I need to pray out loud? I like my prayers on the inside. I have issues that some people don't need to know about.
My sister gives me a knowing look, and then rolls her eyes staring pointedly at the back of my dad's head making faces. We were in the car driving back home and we were all restless. None of us went to bed early.
“I can see you Jousling”, my dad says without taking his eyes off the road.
“Sorry”, she's says with a giggle.
“Seriously, you are the most immature 16 year old I know”, I said laughing along with her.
“Plans tonight?” my mom asked in her thick Spanish accent.
“Not yet”, I replied not looking at her.
“Well, I do. Deserae, Marissa, and I are going to the mall”, Jousling said as she took out her phone and texted away.
“To do what exactly”, my dad asked as we pulled into the Driveway.
“Shop, duh dad!” she said. Rolling her eyes like it was obvious.
“When, Now?” my mom asked.
“Uh, yeah”, Jousling replied sarcastically.
“Angie, why don't you go with them”, my dad said as I got out and acted as if I had not heard him.
“Angie, escuche a su Papa”, my mother said as I huffed and kept walking into the house.
“No”, I said when I got to the door and waited for it to be opened.
“Why not, Angie? Go with your sister”
“Why? They’re 16 year old girls who think they know it all.” I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “I’m a feel like a babysitter.” I said raising my voice and my hands as if to say, 'can't you see my problem' “Then you’re going to get mad at me for losing them. I don't think so Mama`”
“Fine Angie, do whatever you want! I’m going to remember this”, my mom said as she went upstairs.
“Remember what? That I didn't want to go with her and her bratty friends to the mall are you serious”, I looked outside to see her talking to some boy on his bike. He patted his handle bars and she hopped on them in her Sunday best clothes, and they rode away. “She doesn’t want me to come anyways”, I yelled up to where my parents were.
“Fine Angie! Do whatever you want.”
I let out a sigh, and then went upstairs to take a nap.
When I woke up I went to the office and began the report that was due next week.
Around 9, I stopped working on it, because I couldn’t grasp the concept of the essay and was getting frustrated. So, I ate some of my mom's famous Quesadilla's, and went to bed.
Monday morning was horrible. The morning show was close to disaster, because the camera wasn’t working properly, so we ended up starting late. Oh don’t get me started on my locker getting jammed; today just wasn’t my kind of day.
“Hey beautiful”, Devon says with his smooth voice he uses to get what he wants.
I give him one sharp annoyed look and say, “Can I help you”; I whipped my head around and say it harshly.
“Naw I came to see if I could help you.”, he said as he touched my hip.
I pushed his hand away, a little too slowly I guess because Joe saw it and was quickly at my side.
“Sup Devon”, Joe said in a quick breath.
“Joe”, Devon nodded at him. He put his hands in his pocket and rocked back on his heels. Then he looked at me. “Ima see you lata Angie”, he smiled.
I gave him a quick barely there smile, then looked at Joe. He hugged me and I relaxed.
“Hey”, I smile up at him.
“Hey”, he gives me a curt smile. We stood there hugged up in silence for a couple seconds before he broke it. “You going to Adrian party Saturday”, he asked.
“Joe, its Monday”, I say with a chuckle. “I got enough time to think about it”
“Yeah, but I know you gotta ask yo parents. I know how they operate”.
“You’re right”, I nod in agreement. We walked into the lunchroom and ate.
Demetria
I let it happen again. How could I be so stupid? I didn't fight hard enough...what? How can I love and respect someone who is constantly doing wrong to me. I love him but I cannot keep letting him touch me inappropriately.
If I told Derek, he would kill him. If I told the police, they'd arrest him, and I don't want that. I've already told my mom, and she told me to suck it up. Well he got close enough last night before Derek got home.
He knew not to do anything if Derek was home. I had never been so happy to see Derek in my life. I ran into his room and hugged him. He eventually pushed me away but the moment was still beautiful. That all went down on Tuesday, and it wasn't the first time nor will it be the last time he touches me unless I find the will to do something about it.
It was late Friday evening. I was sitting on the couch talking on the phone with Devon. Devon wanted so badly to move our relationship to the next level, but I was scared.
Devon was a nice boy and everything but he doesn't notice the little things that a boyfriend should. He should be able to feel my emotions. He should have sensed last night that I didn't feel like talking and that something was off, but he didn't. He just tried in every way possible to talk