Conway PV
I flex my bruised knuckles as I wait in detention. I've lost count of how many times I've been in this very classroom, serving detention. But that was before I was made head boy.
I sometimes come around just to hang out with my boy, Aurileo, while he's in here. He's always in trouble most of the time. So he gets detention a lot. I know it's just an excuse for him to not go home.
Ever since his mother's boyfriend, Levert, moved in at their house,he's been different. He's reckons that Levert is using his mother simply because he's half her age. He doesn't like being home around them.
We don't hang out often anymore, because of my position, so we get to bond in here. He sometimes goes to my house with me and stays til late and sometimes sleeps over. This is my first time actually serving detention this year.
I've always been respected around campus long before I had the head boy position. I'm the school's cricket team captain and I practically run these grounds, what I say goes.
No one's dared to take me on until today. The new boy, Logan I think is his name, has been here for what, a month? I know we share a mutual friend, Vusi, but I'm sure he knew better than challenging me like he did today.
Every guy on these South Aliwal High grounds knows that my cousin, Sarah-Deen, is definitely off limits. Including Logan, but no, he just had to go prove a point. Petty bitch!
He was still pissed because the rugby team pranked him a few days ago.
The guys threw a rubber snake in shower stall he was in. The pussy freaked out so much so he ran around the locker room naked screaming like the bitch he is.
Unfortunately for him, he slipped and crashed his balls onto a bench in the process. I felt for him really, but he should have just handled the situation like a man. It was just a "welcome to the team"prank.
So the cunt decided to get back at me for procrastinating the team's punishment. Now he went and hit on my cousin. He definitely crossed the line there.
I made it clear that she's off limits. I saw red when I walked into the cafeteria to find him shoving his tongue down Sarah-Deen's throat.
I mean she's only fourteen. She's still a fucking child! I lost it there and then. I've been keeping my temper in check but I felt bilious at the sight. I was beyond livid. I'm sure smoke oozed out of my ears when I charged at him.
I punched the shit out of him til I was peeled off of him by I don't recall who. I should have done more damage. If he's looking to flex his nuts, then he should go do it elsewhere.
After giving Sarah-Deen an earful about staying away from boys, especially ones like Logan Smit, I bolted out of the cafeteria down the hallway.
I'm gonna have to talk to Vusi about this idiot friend of his. He's really crossed the line today. I've always thought he's bad news, walking around like he owned the place on his very first day.
Today was the last straw. Cocky ass. I'm brought out of my reverie by a commotion in the room. I lift my gaze to the front and see a tall, dark skinned girl tumble down on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Meneer Du Plessis asks as he peeks through under his thick lensed glasses.
She nods as she quickly stands up and dusts off her mid thigh pleated maroon skirt. She hands him what I suppose is her detention ticket.
What's a dork like her doing in detention?
I keep my eyes on her as she scans the room for a seat. I take in her structure wearing a blank expression on my face.
She's really tall, probably five foot eleven, not sure really but she's above average that's for sure. She has a slim and lean frame. Her coffee toned complexion resplendent, with short curly black hair held back by a maroon hair band.
Her head is bowed as she walks to the desk across me. She looks up and our gazes lock. I recognize her as the clumsy imbecile that bumped into me in the hallway. I was still very pissed at both Sarah-Deen and Logan at the time, wasn't even looking.
I can't shake off the feeling that I've seen her somewhere else other than here at school.
Nah, probably because I saw her this morning coming to class a complete mess.
I keep my my signature bored look on and tilt my head looking her up and down as she sits down. She waves at the fucker; Logan, and she shyly smiles at him.
"Wow, Didi is in detention? Never thought I'd see the day. Shit just got interesting. "Aurileo whispers to no one in particular. He eyes the dark skinned girl from across our desk.
"Why, you know her? " I ask confused. He turns and looks at me like I've just grown two heads.
"What? ", I shrug.
"You're fucking kidding me right? ", he looks at me shaking his head unbelieving.
"Am I supposed to know her or something? "I furrow my brows in confusion.
"You such a disappointment, bro. You really don't remember her? ", he whispers yells.
"Well, am I even supposed to? "I frown, trying to refresh my memory. Aurileo sighs theatrically while rolling his brown eyes.
"Diako aka Didi Miss goody two pants from middle school? ", he looks at me expectedly like I'm supposed to know what he's on about.
I just shrug and pop a pepper mint in my mouth, not really caring anymore. He sighs when I don't say anything and continues.
"Dude you can't really have forgotten Miss priss, she slapped you in front of-"
"Shush! ", an unsmiling Meneer Du Plessis cuts his loud voice off. Aurileo ignores him and returns his gaze to me.
"-she was the anti bullying, anti racism club leader that we used pick on. Damn the only girl who had the guts to kic-"
"Silence you two! This is detention in case you forgot. Now do something productive within the hour that's left.", Meneer Du Pessis growls as he adjusts his glasses.
Her gaze is already on me when I look at her. She quickly averts it to her book when she realizes that she's caught.
Then it hit me. Didi? This girl is Didi? Fuck! I did think she's awfully familiar. I'm quite a major disappointment for an acute observer like myself.
I thought I had a sharp memory.
She looks...different. Wow! Now I remember that she moved away in grade six. She never came back to school after the summer holidays. I never saw her for like six years straight.
At the time she was scrawny and was a few shades darker, maybe cocoa toned? She had lank, wire wool looking hair. And damn she was prissy, loquacious and bossy too.
Sitting across me, right now, is a her totally different version of her.
Her once sassy exterior is gone. Making her forward skinny ass miserable once ignited a spark me. She was bitchy, too opinionated. My ego has been bruised so many times by her before. It hurt that someone wasn't afraid of me, let alone a girl.
She once took me on in front of the whole class. Trying to save some kid, Aurileo and I used to fuck with. Nolan, I think was his name, but we decided to pick on her instead. From grade four til grade six.
We never planned on stopping until we left middle school. School was always fun when she was around. She was a great distraction from my sorry excuse of a life.
We'd trip her and make her fall over. We'd tease her on how her panties looked like, peeking under her skirt, when she rolled down falling.
My favorite time of the day at school was lunch. She allways brought to school some ravishing chicken mustard sandwich and we'd take it from and eat it all.
I don't know what was in it but that's why I love chicken mustard sandwich so much now. But all that was cut short when she switched schools.
You could say she was a witty raconteur, always talking. She was always so confident. I 'd call her ugly and skinny just to get a reaction out of her. I knew my words got to her but she never wavered even once. She was a very hard nut to crack.
But now that I know who she is, I don't know how to act around her. Do I show that I know her or pretend I don't remember her?
The best way is to avoid her. Stay clear of her. I just hope she stays out of my way.
"Hey dude,", Aurileo nudges my my shoulder.
"So? You must have remembered her since you just zoned out on me." He asks.
My eyes dart to Meneer Du Plessis before settling on Aurileo again.
"That's our Didi?" Is all that comes out of my mouth.
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It's a little after six when I get home from detention. It's dark out when I get home from my run. I hit the shower and wrap a towel around my waist when I'm done.
"Conway honey! We've ran out of milk, could you please go buy a carton for me?", my mom screeches from downstairs causing me to flinch at her noise.
I wear plain black boxer briefs and an orange cotton shorts. Lastly I throw a whitish blue zip up hoodie over my bare chest. I don't bother drying my hair, so I let it down so that it dries easily.
I don't have my contacts on so I put them on and go downstairs. Mom left the money on the kitchen counter, I take it it and head out.
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