"Where's your bathroom, Kim, I've gotta pee." I needed to leave that basement. I couldn't listen to anymore of their dirty conversations.
"Come, I'll show you." Kim got on his feet, but Uche drew him back and paused the game.
"You don't have to show her, I'm sure you can just direct her to it." Uche said.
"Chill bro, she has no problem if I show her to the bathroom." Kim defended."Do you?" He turned to me but before I could say a word...
"Let him show her, by the time he's back, I'd have whoop your ass and we can start the game over." Nick added, impatient to continue his game with Uche.
I followed behind as Kim took the stairs leading out of the basement. It was awkwardly silent as he led the way. We went up some higher flights of stairs and then we stopped at the front of a door midway through the hallway.
"Bathroom," he smiled at me before opening the door and holding it like a driver opening the door for his master.
"Thanks," I just stood and expected that he would leave already but he stood moping at me.
"Oh, you want me to leave?" He then asked suddenly, surprising me that he was just figuring that out.
I gave no answer to him so he scratched his head."I kinda thought you would want to me to help you back to the basement..."
"I can find my way back, don't worry." I got tired of his drama.
"You sure?"
"It's just the stairs back down, I'll manage." He stared at me shortly, and then smiled weirdly before walking away.
I went into the bathroom, locked the door and sighed after he left. I walked over to the mirror and saw how down I looked. I hated it.
All I wanted was to be with and around Uche. Alone with him and talking endlessly while he listened, and feeling the pool of butterflies swarm up when he smiles and kisses me after. Not this whole case with Nate being in the hospital.
I was still thinking to myself when I heard a knock on the door. I inhaled deeply to calm myself down before going to it because I was sure it was Kim, that bratty assho...
Uche. I opened the door amidst my curses to see Uche. He made me go in, joining me in the bathroom and closing the door after him. Then he stood and looked at me, he had a look of contemplation on his face.
After some seconds, he turned around and locked the door before facing me again, then he bit his lips hard while running his hands through his hair, his curly hair.
"Julie...I..." He paused and exhaled with a pause.
"What?" He made me concerned.
"I left the card in his locker." He confessed.
"What?!"
"Shhh," He hushed me while biting his lips.
"It was you?" I got worried. And scared. Did he really beat Nate up. Fuck. I lied to the principal. I lied in front of my aunt.
"Yeah, but I didn't leave any threat. I just wanted him to stay away from you."
"O my god, Uche. So you knew he liked me?"
"Well..." He trailed.
"You knew?" Fuck. He knew. Of course he knew, he beat him up.
"Yes, I did. I lied. I'm sorry. I knew he likes you. A lot of guys like you. We talked about it. They talk about it, and I listened. Majority of the others just want to get a yes from you so they can brag about it, but Nate seemed really serious so I...I thought I should let him know that you were... mine... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. You didn't want anyone to know, else I would have told him myself, but since I couldn't, I decided to send the card."
I listened as he explained on and when he stopped talking I chuckled dryly, really wishing I wasn't hearing him say the things he was.
"So you sent him a letter and beat him up to let him know we were dating instead?"
"What? No. No, no, no, no, no. I didn't beat him up, why would I even do that? I only sent the card."
"Are you for real?" He is saying he sent the card, but didn't beat Nathan up. I didn't know if he was being entirely honest.
"I didn't hurt Nate. I just sent the card."
"Uche..." I held his face and came closer to him, and when I was sure I got him to stop feeling so distressed and his eyes looking into mine, I asked;"Are you being honest?"
All I needed was a yes. An honest yes.
"Trust me, I am." He breathed out. I looked into his eyes to notice if they seemed ingenuine but they weren't. I could tell. His lips found mine so he left a peck on my lips. And then came a warmer kiss after the peck.
When our lips separated, I tried to check for any wounds on his face. Nate would surely have fought back. Most likely. Uche's face was as smooth as it always was. No cuts or bruises, just his growing facial hairs beautifying his face and lips most especially.
I trust him. If he says it's not him, it's not. But then, I don't want to be blind to the possibilities. He did slam that locker door of his pretty angrily that day he saw Nate caress my face.