On Monday, I felt extremely nervous while going to school, knowing I'd see Dami, Faith, and most importantly, Isaac. I briefly wondered if things would change, considering our outing on Saturday.

Immediately I got into school, I was accosted by a flock of fangirls, all eager to learn of my outing with Isaac. Apparently he'd posted pictures of us on his social media accounts. Obviously, I maneuvered my way out of that conversation. In my bid to escape the scary, long-nailed models, I bumped into the subject of their interest.

Now here's something about my school I might have neglected to mention. We wore uniforms, yes, but my uniform didn't exactly fit me.

Our skirt was a maroon, high-waist pleated skirt accompanied by a longsleeved white shirt, waistcoat and blazer. Most girls had their skirts reaching just as far as midthigh and their shirts were fitted to showcase their impressive chest areas.

Mine, however, wasn't as flattering. I'll leave it at that.

"Isaac, hey!" I breathed, hating the squeaky tone of my voice and accent that stood out amidst everyone else's.

"Mavis, it's amazing to see you. I was actually looking for you, thought we'd talk a bit before assembly."

"Oh, is that right?"

"That's right." He answered, still grinning. He looked good enough to eat. Not that I was a cannibal or anything, he was just attractive. Very much so.

"Lead the way, then." I said.

We walked past some classrooms occupied sparsely by students, who of course turned to gape at the Hispanic new student and the school's golden boy walking hand-in-hand to the empty music room.

Wait, hand-in-hand?

"I hope you enjoyed our date on Saturday." Isaac said, although he posed it more like a question so I felt obligated to reassure him.

"Of course I did. It was a dream, and your friends are amazing." I said.

"They liked you too, especially Miracle. She thinks you're super cool." He said with a soft smile.

I returned it with one of my own, deciding to be bold, I asked him, "so is it safe to say it will be happening again?"

Obviously caught off guard, he seemed momentarily at a loss for words. "Well, you took the words right out of my mouth. I actually wanted to ask but I didn't want to bombard you. On a date, just both of us so there's no confusion. I enjoy spending time with you." He said.

At that point my heart felt like it would jump out of it's place in my chest.

"That would be, um, great. I'd love that a lot." I managed to stutter out. His answering smile did nothing to steady my racing heart. It was dazzling, putting it mildly.

Slowly, he leaned in. And I felt my eyes flutter close. Alarm bells ringing in my head that I would soon experience my first kiss, after seventeen long years.

The only thing I experienced, though, was the loud buzz of the bell, effectively ruining the moment and alerting us that it was time to go downstairs for the morning assembly.

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I'd barely settled in for the next class when Dami slammed her book down on my table, causing me to jump in fright.

"What's going with you and Isaac?" She asked, rather rudely if you asked me. But no one asked me.

"Good morning to you too, Damilola." I responded, deliberately messing up the intonation on her full name.

"I heard you were both making out in the music room, that's kinda tacky even for you." She said.

"My weekend was absolutely lovely, thanks for asking. How did yours go?" I reiterated, praying the teacher would save me from the brewing confrontation.

"Don't play with me, Mavis. Answer my questions." She snapped.

"Oh-kay... Why are you so mad? You encouraged me to go on a date with him literally last week." I said, genuinely bewildered. I noticed we'd attracted the attention of our classmates and groaned inwardly.

"I encouraged you to go on a date with him, once, not practically fuck him two days later." She said, glaring at me with obvious venom. Sad.

"Yikes, why so bothered, princess? It's not your body after all." I said, shrugging with my hands raised in confusion.

"Typical white people shit, y'all are so fucking cheap and dramatic."

"What the hell? I'm Hispanic. And that's not even the point. You're literally getting angry over nothing. Absolutely nothing. You were the one who encouraged me to go after him in the first place. Why are you so worked up over it?" I asked, feeling my anger stir up as well. She was being ridiculous.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. Imagine what everyone's gonna say. He pays for your movie ticket and boom, you're locking lips with him in the music room." She countered, though her argument had no grounds.

"Cute. Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine. If it gets too much for me I'll move to Hawaii or something." I said sarcastically.

Frustrated with my nonchalance, Dami took her books and stomped off to sit at the far end of the class with some of her other friends, tapping her foot anxiously. I rolled my eyes and began writing the date on my note.

Gradually, the crowd dispersed and I snorted in laughter at the absurdity of the current situation. She was being so immature and predictable. First she encouraged me to go out with him, even picked out my outfit, and now she's basically eating my head off because he seemed to like me.

Girls could be so confusing at times. Why couldn't everyone be straight with their intentions?

Unsure of how to answer that question, I relaxed against my seat, just as the teacher came in and begun his lesson.

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During lunch break, I got myself some yogurt and cake from the canteen lady and sat at a random table, mulling over my thoughts.

"Hey chica, what's got you all down?" Mimi asked, appearing in front of me.

"Stuff is weird. I'm super confused right now." I said honestly.

"About what? Don't tell me you and Isaac are having relationship problems, you guys aren't even dating yet." She said, looking amused at the prospect.

"No, not that. It's Dami." I said, and noticed how her expression turned sour almost immediately.

"I don't like that bitch." Mimi said, frowning.

"Dami and I are friends, at least I think we are. I'm confused." I said.

"What happened?"

"Well last week when Isaac invited me out with y'all Dami was super excited about it and encouraged me to go out with him. That day I found out they had dated before, which she never told me. I brushed it off as unimportant. This morning Isaac and I talked in the music room alone," Mimi wiggled her brows at that but I ignored her, "and some juniors saw us go in. I guess they told Dami. She nearly bit my head off during first period. She was so mad. She accused me of basically sleeping with Isaac, and lot of shouting and stuff. I'm super confused."

Mimi mulled over everything for a bit. "I see. I can't say my judgement won't be biased cause after Dami cheated on Isaac I stopped liking her. But what I can say is, you really shouldn't trust anyone who'd switch up on you like that."

I nodded, letting the information sink in. Even after lunch break and for the rest of the school day, I thought about it. I went home not in the best of moods, sad and slightly anxious about the next day.

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A/N

Ahhh. The plot thickens. I feel bad for Mavis😂
What did you think of this chapter?

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Oooh and a second date with Isaac? Where do you reckon he'll take her?

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-Rhys.💞