Tomorrow is Friday and I want to dress to impress, myself, at school. Po has brought me to and from school every day this week and he’s going to again tomorrow. His old school Pontiac GTO matches his shoes and his eyes, so damn dreamy. He’s constantly in my head and making me feel so special. I want to be with him so bad, but I feel as if I tell my dad, he is NOT gonna be happy about any of it. I still am unsure why, but I think I’m gonna woman-up and ask him about it. Try and figure out what the hell happened. As I walk downstairs, I see dad readily putting away some papers. Did he hear me coming down?
“Hey dad, whatcha doing?”
“Oh uh, hey kid. I thought you were getting ready for bed.”
“I was setting out an outfit for tomorrow. So, dad, I was wondering… Why don’t you like Mr. Gladys?”
“Honey, you know we don’t talk about this”
“You’ve never told me! I just want to understand.”
“Heather, it’s not the time.”
“But dad. When WILL be the time? I’m almost 18 years old and you won’t tell me what happened in your high school years.”
“Heather.”
“Dad, you can tell me. I need to–”
“Heather Hendricks! You stop right now! I told you now is not the time and I don’t know when will be. I know I can trust you, but all this information is nothing you need to know as of now, do you understand me young lady?”
“Yes dad, I’m sorry.”
My dad has never lashed out at me like that over anything before. That’s how I knew it was serious. I’ll still be curious no matter what until he tells me. He’s an anchorman who went to college for political science, he knows what he’s doing when it comes to me trying to get information. That’s what I want to go to university for, actually. I love him a lot and I just want to make sure that deep down he is truly happy just like he shows. I’m afraid he’s hiding too much information and it might drive him crazy one day.
School the next day is just as hell as I knew it would be. Thankfully, it’s all mellowing out finally as we’re seven days closer to the end. Too bad Po was an asshole and decided to just skip out on school, and he didn’t even tell me until AFTER he drops me off, says ‘later’ and just drives off. Such a douche, but such a sexy douche that I can’t even be mad. So, I had to suffer through Mr. Solomon’s all alone. I guess that last week I did ask him to not skip Monday, which he didn’t, just decides to wait until the very last day of the week. Now here I am again, sitting in Ms. Julian’s, keeping my head down as I count down every single fucking second of this class. I think I keep catching Cindy staring at me.
“Hey Milo.”
“Yeah Myan?”
“Look at pretty Ms. Heather trying to hit on you.”
The M’s… As I’m just minding my own business, they go and talk obnoxiously and obviously loud just to attract the classes attention towards the girl who doesn’t want any of it, aka me. And no, I was not hitting on Milo. He looks like a broken toe, has the attitude of one too.
“Oh, she’s always wanted me.”
“I heard she’s got a shrine to you bro.”
“Well duh, I helped her with it when I was over last night. Getting it on.”
“YOU STOP TALKING RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
Y’know, I’m surprised I was beat to that sentence. It wasn’t me, nor the teacher. It was my little pal Derrick. Maybe I did have some friends I didn’t even know about. I knew I didn’t hate everyone, and Derrick comes to my rescue like the superheroes that he reads about all day. We’ve only had a few conversations together, but I know he means well and vice versa. His voice booming through the entire room, probably the next rooms over too. He made the teach Tech stop talking. Even she was interested in what the hell was about to happen.
“I’m not gonna sit here and let you talk down to my friend like that!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes! Acting as if you own her when she wants nothing to do with you.”
True.
“And what are you gon’ do about it, nerd?”
“I’m not a nerd… I’m a geek.”
I would be lying if I said Ms. Julian was gonna break up this altercation. I can’t make this shit up, my little Derrick raises his fist in the air and brings it down on top of Milo’s head like a hammer and nail. Then, in one motion, swings it from the top of Milo’s head to Myan’s cheek. It was the smoothest thing I have probably ever seen. I was so damn impressed. So was everyone else, even Cindy. She hates the M crew as much as I do; probably the only thing we have in
