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Chapter ten

Author: Gift
last update publish date: 2023-01-22 03:02:27

Chapter 10

Davis Garraway and I have not been the best of friends all these years. We were always at each other, at school, at home and everywhere in between. Davis had always bullied me that sometimes I cried. On my 10th birthday party although I didn’t invite him, I never would, my mom invited him. The party was going smoothly, my mom invited friends and I had invited mine too, then the one and only Davis Garraway made his entrance to my party and yep he made sure his entrance was grand. You should have known what he can do, yeah I know now back to the story. His entrance was grand, the party became all about him, yeah typical Garraway. Then when the type for the presentation of gifts came, everyone gave me remarkable gifts then Davis stood and watched them, then he claimed last to present the gift. He handed his gift over to me and just when I was about to keep it in the pile where other gifts were.

“Why don’t you open mine right now” Davis said out loud as the entire crowd’s attention was shifted to the both of us.

“I will open it later today, when I’m opening the rest” I replied

“No open mine here, I mean we are neighbors anyways and have been together long enough so I made sure I got you a gift to remember” He added.

“Open it…. Open it charity” the crowd screamed as I had no other choice than to open it.

I unwrapped the gift and it was a framed picture of me, well technically it was a goblin with my head on it. Everyone at the party laughed at me, including mom, she called it a harmless prank. I was laughed at so bad that day that I spent the rest of the day in the bathroom crying.

Davis always bullied me and I was already used to it, after that day I started hating him the more. But the reason I didn’t hate him that much was that he did not let any other person bully me, he was always there when I was being bullied and he would put the bully in their place, although with an after payment but still he always stood up for me. When girls in high school would bully me for being a nerd, he would always intervene and tell them how stupid they are and how ridiculous it is to bully someone cos your IQ is not close to theirs, lol. If I was being rude to a guy and he tries to retaliate, he would intervene and give reasons why hitting girls are prohibited. If any of his numerous girlfriends tried to bully me, he would threaten them with a breakup and they would end up apologizing, but what happened that day was not what the regular Davis Garraway would have done.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t scream at her like that”

“It’s a girls bant so do not raise your voice at Andera” he added

Davis Garraway, the Davis that always defended me, that would always stop bully and then make me his slave afterwards, stood there and watched me as I was bullied and dragged by the hair. He stooddddd. He watched her pour dirty water on my hair and he said nothing, nothing at all. And when someone stood up for me and wanted to save me he came around and defended the bully, Davis defended Andera, so he supported her bullying me?. I could not believe what happened that day at school, I stayed up all night recounting the event like I had wanted to see justifiable reasons on why he did it.

“Does he actually like this one?”

“Did I do something that he is trying to punish me for?”

“Was it because I was dressed like a clown?” I asked myself multiple questions as I thought about what had happened.

******

It was morning, I could not sleep so I was up early as I prepared for school, the morning wasn’t bright for me as I did not seem energized at all. I got up early, as I prepared early and left for class, I left before my roommates were up. I stayed in class as I read books and received flashes of what happened.

“Hey soda water” Someone called out from the class’s door

I ignored the call as I did not want to meet anyone.

“Hey soda water, what’s up?” Derick continued as he moved towards me.

“Is the chair free or is Chilo here today as well” He added as he pointed at the chair beside me, I didn’t respond.

“Okay this has got to be a first, you are not blabbing, something is really up” he said as he sat down.

“What do you want Derick” I finally replied weakly

“Um nothing, I came to class early to sort things out, why are you here by this time of the morning, it is way too early” He added

“I do not think I owe you any explanation as to why I am here” I replied as I glared

“Okay, okay even in your down mood, you still have not lost your fierce mojo” he said as he chuckled and I glared at him.

“But honestly soda water, what is wrong, you look all gloomy and it is unlike you” he continued

“Cos we met twice, you suddenly know so much about me that you know when it is unlike me Mr. Mclean” I quickly cut in.

“No it is not like that, that is not what I me..” he was about completing his statement when I stood up

“Leave me the fuck alone, we are not even friends yet you poke your nose in every single thing in my life, just like you did yesterday, I do not remember asking for your help, or did I and I happened to forget? No right, I didn’t still you come and you decide to play hero and you caused my humiliation, now I am trying so hard to get some peace and quiet to clear my head, then you walk in again to disturb me” I continued

“I am sorry I didn’t mean to cause any harm, I just wanted to help” he added

“Well stop helping, I can handle myself just fine” I added as I walked away.

*****

After class, I had decided to go get yoghurt maybe that would aid calm me. I was on my way outside the school when I bumped into someone.

“Hey watch where your going goblin” it was Davis Garraway.

“You should be telling yourself that” I added as I tried walking away then he grabbed my arm

“What’s wrong why are you upset?” he asked

“Upset? Am I upset? Do I look upset?” I asked

“Yep you are definitely upset, you’re doing that thing you do when you are upset, where you reply a question with another question?” he added

“Me? Did I reply you with another question?” I continued

“Okay goblin what is wrong, why are you upset?” he asked as I looked away

“Are you upset with me?” he asked

“I don’t know am i?” I asked

“Okay so it is me, you still upset about what happened yesterday” he asked

“I don’t know, am I?” I replied

“Okay so it is yesterday’s incident you are upset about, we are making progress” he added

“Leave me the fuck alone Garraway” I spoke

“Oh Goldtown, we are glued to each other I can’t leave you” he said sarcastically

“And in my defense, I’m meant to be upset not you, I mean I was not the one who ruined your favorite shirt with dirty water” he continued.

“Wow, you still have your ego intact don’t you” I said as he winked

“Well I wasn’t the one who should and watched while your hair got soaked in dirty water” I continued as he laughed for a while.

“Oh I see what you’re problem is, your jealous, you are upset cos I defended another girl over you right” he added

“Oh save it, it does not concern me one bit who you defend, you can keep defending little Miss sassy, I don’t give a fuck” I concluded and snapped my arm out from his grip.

“Well little miss sassy is pretty that’s why she is my type, you… you are a goblin.” He concluded as he left.

******

I went home and thought about what Davis said, yep it was another episode of Davis’s heart piercing lines.

“Well little miss sassy is pretty that’s why she is my type, you… you are a goblin.”

What did he mean by she’s pretty and I’m a goblin, was he indirectly telling me he thinks I am ugly?. What girl, are you giving fucks now about what Davis thinks about you? Sub con asked. No, I just feel that if he thinks that then prolly everyone else does, don’t you agree. Yep, yep say it till you believe it. I wasn’t thinking about what Davis Garraway thinks of me, I was thinking about what the others thought of me, I mean Davis can represent them all, in fact screw that let us get back to the story and get out of my thoughts sub con.

After what Davis said that day, outside the school I remained restless and felt insecure about my looks. What he said kept ringing bells, well probably everything he says rings bells but that is not what are talking about right now.

I finally had a strange thought, more like a strange idea. I felt the urge to change my looks, not like change everything, just maybe a little touch here, a little touch there, you get what I mean.

I was not doing it because of him, nah definitely not him, then why are you doing it, get out sub con. I guess I just wanted to feel the satisfaction of looking pretty, the satisfaction of being admired cos of my looks, the satisfaction of looking in the mirror and smiling, the satisfaction of being called pretty.

Looks never mattered to me, but things started changing, not like the change had anything to do with what Davis told me or anything, I think it what comes with maturity you know the urge to finally become a woman. Yuck you saying it sounds weird.

*****

I finally got up from my bed and went straight to Tiffany.

“Hey Tiffany” she looked up in confusion, she was on the phone.

“Yeah, what Char?” she asked

“I want to change my looks” I replied as she looked at me like someone who just came back from being diagnosed with amnesia.

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