Now that Daisha was my girlfriend, we started talking and texting every evening after school, and we hooked up ever chance we got during school. Sometimes we would study together, and do our homework.
After spending so much time talking to her, I realized that Daisha had it going on. To me, she was prettier than Sierra, in her own way, because she wasn’t all stuck up like Sierra. She didn’t need a whole lotta stuff to make her seem like something she wasn’t. She didn’t even wear makeup like Sierra did and she was pretty without it. I really liked that about Daisha. And come to think about it, she had it going on just like Rihanna. Rihanna had a pretty smile; Daisha did too. Rihanna was fine; so was Daisha. Rihanna seemed like she was just an everyday girl, so did Daisha.
At school, I could tell Sierra hated the fact that me and Daisha had hooked up. Just about every time she saw us walking down the hall together, she would roll her eyes up in her head and walk off. Daisha even said that Sierra had spread lies saying that me and her were having sex, which was not true. I know some of the guys on the team said they were having sex but as much as I hate to admit it, I’m still a virgin. With everything that’s been happening over the past months, sex is the farthest thing from my mind anyway. Plus, Coach warned us that we could get in a bunch of trouble. I didn’t want to even think that I could get a girl pregnant, and I definitely didn’t want to catch some sex disease that I couldn’t get rid of. But Daisha and me, well we did make out, mostly at school but kissing and touching was as far as we had gone. I definitely wanted to do more, but, hey, I knew that time would come sooner or later, so I tried not to worry about it too much.
Daisha didn’t seem to care one way or the other what Sierra tried to say or do. One day, after lunch, Sierra came up to me and Daisha.
“Well, well, well, look at you, Miss Daisha. Finally, you got somebody to pay attention to yo sorry, homely looking self,” Sierra said with her arms folded across her breasts.
“Look, Sierra. You don’t scare me. You think you’re all of that, well you ain’t nothing to me. Your words can’t hurt me. You’re no queen bee in my book. Oh, yeah, you are a B all right.”
I almost bowled off laughing. Daisha was really speaking her mind, telling Sierra exactly how she felt. “And, if I’m so homely, then why do I have your man,” Daisha said and then put her hand around my waist.
I was shocked. Daisha was standing up to Sierra, telling her off. I couldn’t believe it, but I sure was glad.
It was no secret that Sierra’s parents supposedly had plenty of cheese and they lived in a big house behind the gate, as we called it. It was actually a private community called Lion’s Gate where Sierra lived.
Daisha’s parents were more like my parents used to be. They both had jobs but they didn’t have money like everybody said Sierra’s parents had.
After my fourth period class, Sierra stopped me while I was on my way to fifth period. Just so happened I was by myself. Juvaun, who I had started hanging out with, hadn’t come to school that day. He had been out with the flu. A lot of students seemed to have it, but so far, I hadn’t gotten it. I was glad in a way but then I thought if I did get the flu that would give me some free days out of school.
Anyway, here comes Sierra, and she was by herself too. I don’t know where her friends were, but to me it seemed like her circle of friends was getting smaller every time I saw her.
“Whaddaya want?” I asked her before she had time to say anything to me. I wasn’t up for any of her girl drama.
“Nyl, when are you going to forgive me?” Sierra asked and batted her eyes at me like she thought that was going to make me break down and give in to her. No way, and she didn’t even look like Rihanna to me anymore, so I definitely didn’t have anything to say to her.
“What are you talking about?” I answered her question with my own question. I kept on walking down the hallway. Sierra followed.
“Look, girl, if you want me to say that I forgive you then okay, I’ll say it, I forgive you, but forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, at least not in my book it doesn’t.” Just like I had to tell Zach, well I wanted to make sure that this time Sierra understood that we would never be friends. I felt like I had to say I forgave her because that was what Momz would have told me to do. But if I had my way, I wouldn’t have accepted her apology – not ever.
Sierra looked around, for what, I don’t know but I followed her eyes as she looked around then up and down the hall. There was no one in the hall, except for one boy and a girl I saw standing on the other end. Next thing I know, Sierra grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me underneath the stairwell.
“What the…” I almost cursed but held back. “What is wrong with you, Sierra?”
“You know you still want me? And I still want you. You know you like me betta than Daisha. I mean, look at her and then look at me. There is no comparison.”
This chick was crazy. She had to be, yanking on me like she did and talking all that smack. All of a sudden, Sierra places her bubble gum tasting lips on mine and starts kissing me. I didn’t know what to think; it took me by total surprise but the thing is, at first I was about to push her off me but her lips and tongue tasted so sweet that I just kissed her back.
“What are you doing?” I heard someone say. I turned around and it was, you guessed it: it was Daisha. How did she see me and Sierra under the stairwell? I looked and realized that we weren’t that hidden from sight after all. This time I pushed Sierra off me, and she stumbled back and almost fell. I didn’t take the time to apologize for being so rough. I turned and looked at Daisha. Her eyes were red and I know she was about to cry.
Sierra stood against the wall and I could have sworn she had a smile on her face. This girl was trouble with a capital T and I had fallen for her tricks.
“Daisha, it’s not what you think.”
Daisha looked at me and then at Sierra before she took off running down the hall.
“Don’t you ever in life say another word to me, Sierra. Is this your way of messing up my life again?”
“No, I didn’t mean it, Nyl. How did I know Daisha was going to walk up on us. I’m sorry,” she said like she was about to cry too. Dang, girls are such crybabies. I gave Sierra an evil look and took off after Daisha.
I caught up with her just before she disappeared into her fifth period class.
“Daisha, hold up, I’m sorry,” I told her as I took hold of her arm and turned her around to face me. “Sierra tricked me.”
“Oh, really? It didn’t look like much of a trick to me? Looks like both of you were enjoying yourselves. I can’t believe you would do this, Nyl. I thought you were different from all the other boys, but you’re just the same. You don’t want a girlfriend, you just want somebody who will do what you want them to do, but that’s not me. I’m not Sierra and I’m not going to give up anything to you or any other boy. If that’s who you think I am, then you got me messed up.”
“Daisha, listen, I’m telling you, Sierra stopped me in the hall and asked me when I was going to forgive her and the next thing I know she’s pulling me under the stairwell and then she kissed me.” I hoped my explanation sounded right; it was the truth, only part I left out was that I kissed her back.
“It didn’t look like you were trying to stop her, not from what I saw,” Daisha shot back, her eyes fixed on me. I could see the hurt all over her face. I hadn’t had a serious girlfriend until Daisha and I didn’t want to mess things up with her.
“I…I’m sorry, Daisha. I didn’t mean it and she tricked me, honest she did. Please, don’t go in class mad at me.”
Daisha looked at me but this time it looked like her eyes had softened and her anger was fading. She stared and then acted like she was about to say something but suddenly Ms. Wright, the Biology teacher, opened the door to her classroom. Ms. Wright looked at me then at Daisha.
“Daisha you better get in here before I mark you absent.” She looked at me again and then back at Daisha. “And you, young man,” Ms. Wright said, “shouldn’t you be in class yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered and nodded. Daisha walked into the classroom, without looking back and Ms. Wright closed her classroom door, leaving me standing on the other side looking in, hoping that Daisha would forgive me.