CHAPTER THREE: WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO HAVE YOU?
The text message Dawson sent to me was on my mind all through the night. I kept rolling all over my bed, unable to sleep. I was restless. I didn't know how I was going to handle this neither do I know how I was going to face him. But then, I am so furious. How could he send such to me? Since when has he started nursing a feeling for me? Or is it because we used to be in the same class that was why he had the effontery to send me a love text message? How did he even get my number? So many unanswered questions.
I tried to forget about Dawson and his text message but it kept coming back to my mind and sneaking into my thoughts. I felt so messed up or maybe I was overreacting. I gathered all my strength to focus on my preparation for school and this time I succeeded. Farida was the first person I saw on my way to my class. She was already waving at me before I even saw her.
"Hey babe", she said
"I'm not fine, don't bother asking", I said
"And what could be bothering a pretty girl this early morning", She tried making a joke out of my situation
"Don't try to make me laugh, I am furious", I said angrily
"Okay! Okay! What is it?"
"That Dawson sent me a love text message and wants me to be his girlfriend", I said
"Really?" Farida chuckled
"Yes REALLY!!! Why aren't you even surprised by the way?"
"Well, maybe because I kindof expected it", she said looking very pleased
"Expected it? How? I don't understand...See, the thing is, I don't even know how he got my phone number", I lamented
"Errrrrrrrrrrh", Farida made this sound with a very guilty facial expression
Then it dawn on me and I said, "No! Farida you didn't give him my phone number?"
Looking more guilty, she said, "I can explain"
"Save it!!!", I fired back then started running towards our class
"Babe!!!", I heard Farida calling my name and running after me but I kept on running till I got to the class.
The day went by slowly as I wished it would just end and let me go home. Everything was really boring for me because I maintained a considerable distance from Farida despite her attempts to talk to me. Dawson was careful enough to avoid me too. He just kept throwing several glances my way which I graciously avoided.
Finally, it was time to go home. I arranged my books and back pack and was ready to go home when someone seized my right hand. I turned around to see those eyes staring at me.
"Dawson, what do you want?" I said as cold as I could manage
"I want you babe, please, give me a chance", he said with a very soothing voice
"How am I supposed to respond to this? I mean I am just 13 years old. My parents must not know that I have a boyfriend".
"Please Mauyan, give me a chance and you won't regret it. I am not here to distract you from your studies or anything. I just found myself in love with you and I can't help it. Please, I love you Mauyan".
With so much confusion in my head and pleas in my eyes, I said, "Please, leave my hand...I want to go"
"Okay...Please do one thing for me", he said pleading
"What is that?", I said skeptically, hoping it wasn't another way to ask me to be his girlfriend
"Please, forgive Farida...It wasn't her fault that she gave me your phone number. She told me how she love to play football but can't really play so I promised to teach her in exchange for your phone number"
"Hmmmn, I I I I", I turned around to adjust the belt of my back pack only to find Farida looking like a wet kitten behind me
"Please, forgive me Mauyan, I promise to dedicate my first cup to you once I start playing professional football"
I couldn't help the laughter that rolled out of my mouth, Farida is so annoying yet I love her so much, "I forgive you stubborn, don't play that stunt on me again, ever"
"No babe, I won't...So Dawson has she agreed?" She said sounding so anxious
"No she hasn't Farida, please beg her for me", he said playfully
"In your dreams Farida and you too Dawson... Please can we go home now?" I asked Farida
"WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO HAVE YOU?" Dawson whispered into my ears.
His words sent chills down my spine. When did I start to react to his words? I hope my reaction doesn't show on my face...As I was recovering from Dawson's words, I heard him say, "See you girls tomorrow" as he waved us goodbye