School isn't all that important to me anymore, but I know I need the education. But, since the police questioned me yesterday and then having that talk with my sister, I hadn't been able to focus at all today. I had two test, one in math and another in English, all I could do is hope that I passed them. I don't have time to be trying to repeat high school.
The Seth Mills shit is still going around the school, they are talking about who they think did it and why. My name didn't come up once and I want to keep it that way.
At the end of the school day, I walk to my locker and get my books for the homework I have, when I close my locker I am greeted by this light skin boy with braces and brown eyes. He is just smirking at me.
"Uh, can I help you?" I put the books in my bag and put the bag on my shoulder.
"Yeah, we need to talk." The smirk disappears.
"I don't think so. I have to get home and get my homework done." I walk off but he is following me.
"I think what I have to say is more important than homework." He catches up and walks beside me.
We get outside and I look up at him. He has to be at least six feet tall. I sigh, "What's so damn important that it can't wait?"
"I prefer to talk about it alone." He begins to fiddle with his fingers. I guess he figured his intimidating way isn't working on me and decided to try and different approach.
"Alone? Like in a restaurant?"
"I can do that, but it has to be today. Now."
I squint at him and nod, "Alright, fine."
He smiles and leads the way to his car. It's a red BMW Gran Coupe, my mouth gapes open at it. I close it remembering that everyone here comes from old money or just money period. He and I get in; he cranks it up, and drives off the lot.
I begin to tremble a little when I see a sign that's for another city, I glance at him but he is looking straight ahead with no kind of expression on his face. We pull up at a rundown diner and get out.
Wishing I were strapped, we enter and greeted with head nods. We find our seats next to the window and a waitress comes over and takes our orders. She walks off to fill them.
"Alright, what's this about? And who the hell are you?" I lean forward and fiddle with the napkin.
"My name is Jafaris Page." He pulls out his wallet and puts it on the table. "And I saw what you did a few days ago."
I shrink into my chair, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Bullshit, Nubia. I saw what you did and if I didn't have any warrants myself, I would bust your ass."
Typical, he knows my name. I lean forward again and place my hands on the table, "Alright, I will bite. How do you know my name?"
"You went to the same corrupt rehab center I went to. But, you left before I got the chance to actually talk to you." His eyes shift from side to side then meet mine. "You were a bad ass and I was attracted to that, but I didn't know just how bad ass you were until I saw you shoot Seth."
My eyes widen a little; I don't want him to see the shock on my face, so I straighten up. "Okay. So what now? Are you gonna rat me out?" I look around and there aren't many people in here like I thought I would be, but then again it is on the edge of town.
"Are you saying you did it?" his voice is a whisper now.
"Yes, I did it. But, for good reason." I stop him.
The waitress finally brings our food and drinks to the table and hurries off to do nothing.
"What reason is that? I mean I know I have had my mishaps, but I haven't shot a guy." He looks at his scrambled eggs.
"He raped my sister." I say grabbing my chocolate milkshake and sipping it. "I had to get him. Because there was no way I could let him get away with that."
He rubs his chin, "That is a good reason, have they interviewed her?"
"Yeah, they have," I begin to eat my steak. "I don't think she told them about the rape though because that would make her look like a suspect."
"Exactly," he points at me with his fork. "But, they would never suspect you because you don't know him and he doesn't know you. Who is your sister?"
"You know me but you don't know them?"
"I don't speak to very many people, Nubia. I try to keep to myself and stay out of trouble until these warrants are cleared."
"Zaida."
"Oh, yeah. I have her for drama. She is pretty cool, smart mouth, but cool." He complements.
"And Zakia."
His eyes snatch up from his plate to me, "Zakia Lockenight?"
"Yes, that's her."
He nods and puts his fork down. "Yeah, she . . . I know her."
I tilt my head to the left, "What do you know about her?"
"She is talented as hell with her drawings, but a bonafide liar."
I lower my eyebrows and squint my eyes at Jafaris, "What did you say about my sister?" I clench my jaws.
He puts his hands up in defense, "No disrespect. But, your sister is a liar. That's all she does is lie to get her way." He picks his fork up. "I honestly don't think Seth did anything to her, I don't think he is that kind of guy. My theory is she had a crush on him, she told him, and he didn't like her. So she made up the story about being raped to you, knowing you are still cooping with trying to adjust back to normal life. She knew you were going to do something about it."
I sit back at what he is saying and it does make a little bit of sense. "Okay, so why did she change schools if all that is true?"
He shrugs his shoulders, "Humiliation, more than likely. He probably rejected her in front of his friends and embarrassed her."
I can't believe this. But, this is a stranger who is telling me this and this is just his theory on why she lied to me. I can't trust anyone, not even my own sister.
"Don't look so down, Nubia." He touches my hand and offers a smile. "I understand how it is to be lied to by family members. But, this one takes the cake because if they catch you, you could really get into some serious trouble."
"I don't want to be caught." I look to the left. "She wouldn't take responsibility for it, either." I sit up and grab my milkshake. "I know she wouldn't."
"And that's the suckish part about this. You were trying to protect her. But, the lawyers, jury, and cops won't see it that way. My thing is, they shouldn't suspect you because you don't have a motive or they don't think you do."
"I didn't at first, until my sister told me she was raped." I massage my temples with my fingers and close my eyes. "I just want to put this behind me and move on."
"You can do that. Just don't say a word about this to anyone and you will be okay. I will keep it a secret as well, but you have to do me a favor."
I look up at him with an arched brow, "and what in the hell is that?"
"Let me take you on a date. A real date."
"A date? What kind of bullshit is that?"
"Nubia, I never got a chance to talk to you because we were on different units and when I did try to talk to you there was always someone in your face."
He is right. I had a lot of guys wanting to be with me. But, I declined because I didn't want them. But, I never considered Jafaris.
"Alright. I will let you take me out, but this," I points to us, "stays between us."
"I swear it will stay between us." He waves the waitress over and she comes.
"I can get mine," I start to take out my wallet.
"Nope, this is on me and so is our date night." He pays the waitress and we leave the diner.
Pulling up to my house, he whistles, "This is a nice ass house, Nubia."
"Thanks." I unclick my seat belt and get out with my bag. "Thanks for dinner and for not ratting me out."
"You are welcome. I at least wanted to talk to you before I spoke to anyone else about it. I figured you had your reason as to why you did what you did."
"Yeah. Thanks for doing that for me."
"No problem." He scribbles down his paper on a sheet of paper he pulls from the glove compartment and hands it to me. "I will tell you when our date is and how to dress."
"How to dress?" I take the paper.
"Yeah. Casual, formal. Like that."
"Okay. See ya."
"See ya." He drives off and I walk into the house with an extra bounce in my walk.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrEPdBhc2HY
