5 Chapter five
The atmosphere was very tense, awkward and off. Dad remained quiet, as Jamal and Paps tried to keep things normal and Sally kept apologising and all of us were telling her it wasn't her fault. Once we got to school, Jamal went off to his friends and Sally and I approached Izzy who was talking with Summer. Is Summer apart of our trio?
"Ooh YAS QUEENS! You 2 be SLAYING DOE!" Summer squealed once she noticed us. Today I'm wearing a pale orange t-shirt with denim trousers and with my black Doc Martins. And Sally is wearing a green long-sleeved top with a long black skirt with her vans.
"Aww thanks girl!" Sally squealed back.
"Your welcome!"
"You look good as well" I tell her.
"Girl In Red?" She asks me. I look at strangely.
"Huh?"
"It's always me who ends up flirting with the straight girl" she jokes.
"Are you a lesbian?" I ask her.
"Yes a raging dyke" (a/n someone told me it's a slur- I'm bisexual so apparently I can say it ;P)
"This is a surprise!" We all look at Izzy confusedly for a second until we follow he fluke of gaze toward Luke.
"I am over that" Sally said in disgust at that beast.
"Woah! This is the greatest news I've heard and yes I'm admitting that this is greater news than Pitch Perfect 3! We should celebrate this victory"
"I'm not really sure what's going on but any excuse for a celebration" Summer cheered.
"Not this week though. I've made plans with Grace on Friday and there's a big church dinner on Saturday"
"What's stopping us doing something on a school-night?" Summer questions.
"From what I've heard from your stories; 'celebrations' are clubbing and clubbing is for the weekend" Sally says.
"You're all such goody-too-shoes" Summer groans aloud.
"I'll see you guys later, need to get to Miss Bee's class" I enter Miss Bee's class and take my seat next to Spencer. However, he wasn't there. I lean over the table to ask where he was. Dillon told me that he was at the football morning meeting but hasn't been seen since.
Half way through class the door swung open to reveal Spencer walking into class with a white t-shirt, black jeans and army green jacket. Him and Miss Bee nodded at each other. This is a change. Miss Bee usually shouts until her voice is barely audible. We're all surrounding the back table where Miss Bee is describing a practical we're about to do. Spencer drops his bag by his char then grabs the safety goggles and stands beside me.
"You okay?" I question him, after eyeing his disheveled self. Instead of answering with a yes or no, he just nods his head. I let it go for now.
After school I make my way toward Cassie's car, where Mark was waiting for me. Cassie agreed to drop off him and I at a coffee shop. The school library is filled with 9th graders who tell you to shush and the public library is filled with adults shushing you as well.
We take a seat on the stools by the window where I could people watch... on second thought; let's sit at the back where there's little distraction. Now we've settled into our seats. He got a sandwich with a coffee and I got a chocolate muffin with herbal tea.
The first thing I handed him was a quick test. He complained for a while and when I didn't respond, he began writing down the answers whilst complaining. I ate, drank and checked my phone. After 5 minutes he handed the paper back.
"I'm glad you hired me to tutor you" I tell him.
"That bad?" He asks me. I nod.
"What? Hired?" He questions me.
"Yes we snapped each other and I told you that I need the money, so you're paying me £5 for each of the hour sessions we have"
"Oh yeah sorry"
"Back to you getting at least 6 answers right"
"How many did I get right"
"None"
"You expect me to get 6 right when I get none right?!"
"I do. Mark, these aren't even that hard! What were the laws called for African-Americans in the 1950s to segregate them?" I ask them.
"Err... Joe Crown Laws"
"Close. Again"
"Joe Crow Laws"
"Again?"
"Jim Crown Laws"
"Again"
"John Lee Laws?"
"Jim Crow Laws" it was too painful- I had to put him out of his misery.
"Mark, Where's your text book?" I sternly ask him.
"Molly, chill! I can burrow yours"
"These tutoring sessions aren't going to get you that C if you don't come prepared!"
"So... is that a yes... or a no...?"
"NO!"
After 20 minutes of bickering with him, I finally get to teaching him then giving him another test.
"3s better than nothing" I whisper aloud. The hour was up and my ride was outside.
"Do you need a lift back?" I question him.
"Cassie's outside" he responds to me.
I can drive, it's just that I don't have my own car- so Jamal and I share dad or Paps car. I walk outside to see dad's red Jaguar. I expect to see dad in the driver's seat and shot gun vacant. However, Jamal was in shot gun and Sally was in the driver's seat.
"What? Sally you can't drive"
"Jamal is teaching me how to drive" she replies to me.
"You trust Jamal?"
"At least I didn't drive into a lamppost" I fake laugh at Jamal's comment.
"You can help me drive tonight, if you want?" Sally says.
"Are you saying this out of pity?"
"How dare you think such a thing?" Sally laughed as Jamal instructed her on how to drive. My eyes are as wide as bowls as I caught Jamal's hand reaches over to Sally's to help her drive. What? This could mean nothing... right? GROSS! IMAGINE MY BROTHER AND BEST FRIEND BEGAN DATING! NO! I'm probably overreacting like I have done in the past.
When we get home, it gets worse, much worse! Instead of Sally following me to the kitchen to greet dad; she sits down next to Jamal in the living room to play video games. Could this count as incest? Considering Sally is living with us and Jamal and her have known each other since potty-training.
"It's nice to see Sally and Jamal bonding" dad innocently says, still remaining ignorant to what he's implying.
"How was your day?" I drag the conversation to a different direction.
"Be honest. Is there something between you and my brother?" I ask Sally before we got ready for bed.
"No! He's like a brother to me!" I eyed her suspiciously. She's never been good at lying and this is no exception. I knew that if I kept prying, she'd get defensive and Sally is not fun to be around when she's defensive.
"Okay..." I reply simply as I stand to grasp my pyjamas under my pillow. We were chilling and watching Netflix with a bowl of popcorn in between us. Now that The Kissing Booth 2 was over- we called it a night. After I washed my face and all that crap and Sally has left my room. I lie down scrolling through social media- I deleted TikTok because I know I'd be up all night, so I went to instagram. Big mistake! Never been insecure about my body but I began to compare myself to these models and in that moment I felt fat. I looked in the mirror and saw a slim girl; I don't feel slim...
"Molly stop. You are a powerful badass bitch who's a freaking goddess" after I said that confidence began to over cloud the negative thoughts. So I spent goodness how long jamming to songs in my mirror (quietly).
I think about how disheveled Spencer appeared; mentally and physically. I stare at my phone as I balance out the pros and cons with texting him. Screw it. I'm going to text him.
Sent at 23;57 by me:
Sup stalker Spence
Sent at 23:58 by Spencer:
Hey ;)
Sent at 00:00 by me:
I was wondering if you were okay?
Sent at 00:05 by Spencer:
I'm fine I just couldn't sleep last night. Don't worry your pretty mind
Sent at 00:07 by me:
Did Spencer Montgomery compliment me?
Sent at 00:07 by Spencer:
How could I not compliment you?
Woah buddy! Crap, even my pits are sweating!
Sent at 00:16 by me:
Okay see you tomorrow good night x
WHY DID I SEND AN X?! It always has to be me! My drumming heart urges me to check my phone once again. Urgh, it's 1am now and I haven't got another text. The last text he sent me was 'night night x'.
The next morning Jamal and I EQUALLY guided Sally on how to drive us to school- we left early because Sally's driving was extremely slow and I was in shot gun. Dad was also in the car to make sure no damage was done.
"Remember job interview after school!" Dad exclaimed as I left the car.
"Thanks for reminding me!" Once we exited the Jaguar, dad exchanges to the driver's seat, so he could drive the car back home.
Considering I forgot to tell Mark the other day that I couldn't tutor him today after school, so I told Sally that I'd meet up with her and Summer and Izzy in a sec after I found Mark. It wasn't hard for me to spot Mark attempting to swallow Cassie's tongue. I had to stop in my tracks for second to see if my gagging would stop. It did. I adverted my eyes elsewhere as I approached them and gained their attention. Cassie roller her eyes with slight disgust- I ignore her as I tell Mark that I have the job interview. After Mark and I speak for a bit, Cassie rudely interrupts us. I did try to involve her in our chat but Cassie doesn't have anything in common with me except for running; even then... I don't think Cassie gets along with Mark!
"Is Cassie the jealous type?" I question Izzy who's friendly with Cassie.
"Err, I don't think she is"
"When I asked her if I could tutor him she was fine. Now she's giving me death glares every time I walk past her"
"Don't take it personally. We're all teenagers and insecurities get in the way" I nod at Izzy's comment as we make our way to class.
Luckily, one of the bus stops was a few feet away from the ice-cream shop named 'Mae's Twirlers'. Once I stepped into the very colourful and animated with fun kiddy art on the cream coloured walls. The owner of the shop named Susan nodded at me to follow her in the back room.
Very little questions were asked and she seemed pleased with my answers. "When can you start?" The old sweet Chinese woman asks me.
"Whenever"
"Callie's shift is over but the new guy is starting his shift soon" I nod as she hands me the uniform. After getting into the white t-shirt and the white apron on with my name tag on it, I stuff my red top into my bag. I also text the family group chat (that Sally has been added to) that I'll be home in a few hours. Dad wasn't too happy because homework is a priority. Fortunately I don't have much homework.
"Hello again" I walk out of the staff room to see Spencer behind the counter in the same uniform as I am.
"You're everywhere! How's that possible?"
"I'm actually a ghost. I died in 1992"
"Ha ha very funny"
"I'm heading out- Spencer you train her" Susan demands from Spencer, he nods. Spencer served a few customers before he told me that I'm taking the next customer's order. The next customer strolled in he was a tall and very hot black dude. He had a short Afro in stylish clothes.
He smirked flirtatiously at me showing off his clean and straight teeth. After he ordered a nutty blast milkshake, Spencer taught me how to make the milkshake.
"That's £3.75 please" I held my hand out for the cash. The hot dude smirked again and gave me a £5 and told me to keep the tip. I looked at the note and saw another piece of paper with it.
It read: Tyson and his number followed. "What's that?" Spencer asks as if it was one the hardest things he's ever had to ask.
"Your girl Molly still has it. It's his number" I proudly state.
"I know him and he's bad news" he tells me sternly.
"Really? What's his name?"
"Err..." I laugh at Spencer.
"If he's bad new I think my intuition would set off alarm bells"
"Sometimes our intuition can be deceitful"
"Don't worry. I'll make sure we're in public 100% of time so no funny business goes on"
Susan trusted Spencer and I to lock up. Spencer put the 'close' side of the sign against the door. Spencer gave me his permission to put my music on. 'Drugs' by UPSHAUL blared through the speakers. He started to clean up on the right side and I on the other. I have to admit I got distracted a few times watching him lean over a table and the t-shirt revealed how his toned muscles moved under the piece of clothing. I shook my head and turned away from Spencer.
After we cleaned all the tables and chairs we both turned around at the exact same moment- if one of us turned around quicker we would've banged into one another. We both turned around so that our chests were nearly touching. My breath hitched in my throat and the heating began to intoxicate me.
I let out a little yelp as a loud bang was heard from the door. We parted and I eyed the door to see my dad looking angry at us; mainly Spencer.
I quickly grab my stuff and run to the door. My hand shoots out to stop dad from getting in Spencer's face and telling him that I'm out of bounds. I drag dad back to his car.
"Was he bothering you?" He protectively asks me.
"No. We were just caught up in the moment"
"You would tell us if anyone was bothering you, right?"
"Of course I would!" I lied.
I settled into my bed after doing homework and finishing dinner. I went to bed early because I was exhausted. Thoughts sprinted across my mind and got jumbled with other thoughts.
I do not like Spencer.
He's my type? Yes. Doesn't mean I like him though... does it?
I mean, his personality and my personality gets along well with each other. We have things in common and never seems to have any awkward silences. Maybe I do fancy him. Oh I give up with questioning crap! It's good that I fell asleep quickly enough.
Nothing really interesting happened at school today. I was about to enter the changing rooms when Mrs Nelson stops me.
"Didn't anyone tell you that track is cancelled today?" She asks me. I shake my head no.
"Well you're here now. A few seniors are helping out with the sophomore hockey and football practices. If you want a higher mark in your PE theory class, I suggest helping out" I nod and then I got changed into my kit and French plaited my somewhat greasy hair.
"You really are everywhere" Spencer greets me with his award-winning smirk. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I think it's the other way round, buddy" Mrs Nelson ordered us to begin with the hockey training.
Once we set the instructions and the 14/15 year old girls began the drills after puffing out their chests and sticking their backsides out in Spencer's face but he didn't bat an eye at them.
"Uhh, Mols? I think we should talk about you know the Uhh almost kiss?"
