Keisha's POV Patricia smiled sweetly and extended her hand towards mom, but mom just stood still, looking stunned.A gave her a gentle nudge to get her attention. She broke out of her trance and shook hands with Patricia. "Hi, it's nice to meet you." She said, offering her a smile. "It's nice to meet you too." Patricia responded, she stepped back and stood beside my dad, whose hand immediately snaked around her waist and kissed her cheek, obviously to my mom's reaction to everything.The woman looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't remember where I knew her from."Let's eat!" My mom said, trying to hide the shook she was feeling as she went to the kitchen to bring an extra plate. She returned in no time and started to dish out the food."So, Keisha, how has senior year been treating you?" My dad asked, biting a piece of chicken."It's been good." I answered as I chewed my food slowly. I thought of where I had seen Patricia before while staring at her. Then, it clicked, she was my da
Keisha's POV "What? He really said those things to you?" Amy asked over the phone, her voice masked with the same disbelief that I was still feeling."Yes, can you imagine? Jake only helped me with basketball, how dare he accuse me like that?" I scoffed as I paced angrily in my room. I had tried to calm myself after coming upstairs to my room.I washed my face with cold water, I tried to read and even tried exercise because I heard it's a good stress relief, but no, none worked for the anger that was burning in me. So, I picked up my phone and called Amy. She was taking a nap and wasn't exactly thrilled that I interrupted her sleep, but now that she had heard what I wanted to say, she was glad I called her before doing something I'd regret. I still couldn't believe that Rowan had said that about Jake and I. I knew something was up with him when he saw me with Jake during our tutorial. So, he had been jealous of Jake and I. But nothing even happened, he had nothing to be jealous of
Keisha's POVI sat quietly in the passenger's seat, ruminating over everything that happened before we got into his car. Jake had clarified that he wasn't the one who wrote the letter but he still didn't tell me why he had left back then. I bit my fingernails as we drove past buildings and trees, even though he had told me he wasn't behind the letter last week, a part of me was still in doubt, I refused to completely believe that I hated him all these while for nothing.The guilt in my heart became even more heavy now. How could I hate someone for three whole years only to find out that they had been innocent all along? That wasn't fair to Jake. He had lost his only friend because of that. But I was mad. Mad at myself for hating him, and somehow also mad at Jake. If he had told me that he was leaving that night before I wrote the letter, then maybe all these wouldn’t have happened. I knew that I was wrong for hating him but he still owed me so many explanations. I buried myself in
Keisha's POV "Okay, got it." I said, nodding my head. "First, we are going to work on your form. You've got all the energy, but your stance isn't good enough." Nodding, I figured that was probably why I had been failing miserably. He walked behind me and placed a hand on my waist gently, but my body stiffened at the contact. I swallowed as he moved closer, my back almost touching his chest. I could feel the heat from his body. "You have to relax your body, Keisha." His voice was firm but calm. I swallowed and released a long breath, and then relaxed my body. "Good, now widen your legs and bend a little." I did as he told me. He moved around to face me, held my wrist and adjusted how I held the ball. He went over to the other ball I had placed at the end of the court and then stood in front of me, also forming the stance he had made me do. "Watch me first, and then repeat what I do." He said, before he began to bounce the ball on a spot. He looked up at me and signalled
Keisha’s POV“That will give us,” Jake paused as he pressed his calculator for the answer, “52.5.” He leaned back in his seat to admire his work, he looked pleased with himself. “Am I supposed to round this off?” He asked me. “No, just leave your answer like that.” I answered him. “Oh, that’s good.” He said and then passed me his book so I could check it and tell him if he got the workings correctly. I took the book from him and checked every step of his calculation, he got them correctly but he had skipped some steps. “You skipped a step here,” I called his attention to the line I had asterisked, "and here too." I pointed to another line. “Does it matter if I write every step?” He asked, genuinely curious. “Yes, actually. You might get the wrong answer if you keep missing or skipping the steps. But in your case, you got the answer correctly. That doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. And again, the teacher might not give you the full mark if you don’t show your
Keisha’s POV“Geez, we almost got caught.” Rowan said, just as my mom left the room. I had never been so grateful for listening to the voices in my head. Things would have turned out for the worse if we had been caught.“Yeah, I’m glad we stopped before she came in.” I told him as I went over to my desk and leaned on it. There was no way I was going to sit on the bed for the fear of what might happen again. I knew that Rowan wouldn’t dare to try again after what just happened but I didn’t want to rely on chances.“Umm, so… I guess I should go now.” He started to walk towards the door slowly, watching me as if he wanted me to tell him not to go.Well, I was going to have to disappoint him on that.“Oh, yeah. I will see you tomorrow at school.” I told him, I walked to the door and pulled it open for him.“At school? I thought I would be driving you to school every morning now.” He said, as he left my room, I followed him and closed the door behind me.“Yeah, about that, Amy will be com