IMPERFECT First Love

Blossom's POV "And stay away from boys!" my mama called as I quickly ran down the steps to catch the school bus which should be approaching any minute now. Today, I was a ball of wrecking nerves. It was the beginning of a new year and a new life for my mother and myself. Two weeks ago, we migrated from Africa to the US for my mother's new job opportunity and my scholarship education at one of the most prestigious high school in the California state. It was an overcast morning with no one in sight but me waiting on the bus stop for the bus. After five minutes, the bright yellow school bus with the name 'Pacific High school' displaying above its windshield. I outstretched my arm and the bus slowed down before coming to a halt in front of me. The doors opened automatically. "This is it," I told myself as I clutched onto my backpack tighter and boarded. Rude stares and small laughter met me when I saw the other stud

Jevan's POV "Did you miss me, baby?" Brooke asked when she eagerly came into my arms. "Hmmm," I sounded as I looked her in the face. She lowered her head to mine and our lips collided with a passionate kiss. Brooke and I were hitting a rough path in our relationship. Her possessive side was getting out of control and now, both my parents were of concern. But Brooke wasn't the type of person who'll let go of me so easily all because 'It's for the best'.  And to top it off, she knew how to charm her way to me when she sensed I was trying to push her away gradually. I watched her leave the cafeteria with her friends then my eyes fell on someone new. Someone I've never seen before. She was sitting across the cafeteria with two of my fellow seniors, Nina and Sophia. The new girl was staring right back at me. Her dark brown eyes were like rich chocolate and her complexion matched them. Her kinky hair was in the highest p

Blossom's POV After school the next day, it was my first cheerleading practice. Mrs. Tisdale ushered me into the gymnasium where the others were gathered and already doing cartwheels and poses. "Brooke! Meet the newest member of the squad," Mrs. Tisdale cut right to the chase then she turned on her heel, leaving me to the pact of wolves. "Well.. well.. well, look at what the cat dragged in," Brooke gnarled as she approached me, "You're not going to make this squad because it's only for the best of the best but I'm interested in seeing what you can do. Cartwheel and Toe-Touch!" she finished. I immediately did a cartwheel and finished with the perfect toe-touch. Brooke smirked and I spent the rest of the practice doing hand springs and cartwheels until I couldn't feel my hands anymore. It was torture. "That's it," I spoke when at last, I couldn't bare it anymore. "Everyone, what's the motto?" Brooke as

Blossom's POV"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FOREHEAD?" my mother's concerned voice rang out when I entered the house and met her in the small living room. "I tripped and fell on a stair case in the school," I lied. I had never lied to my mother before but I couldn't tell her that I was beaten up by my head cheerleader for being too friendly with her boyfriend. After all, my mother did warned me to stay away from boys."Are you going to be okay?" She asked again. "Yes. I already saw the school nurse and she said it was just a slight cut. It wouldn't scar or anything.""Okay. Well, I'm off to work now. Lock the doors as usual and don't answer it to anyone. I felt food in the oven."I watched as she walked down the pathway, crossed and street and fetched a bus to her night-shift job. I felt vulnerable all over again as the images flashed back to what Brooke had her friends do to me. My tiny frame was pushed in every direction, with p

Blossom's POV "Where were you?" my mother asked and she approached me. "Mama, I'm so sorry. I..I.. I." "Stop with the stuttering and speak up!" she bolted out. I swallowed. "I was with my friend." "So, Blossom, you're now your own woman to be disobeying me, lying to me and hanging out with guys." "Mom, I'm sorry," I sincerely apologised. There were tears in my eyes and to my great surprise, my mother pulled me into her arms and comforted me. "It's okay, baby. Maybe I'm being too hard on you. We've moved here to create a new life for ourselves and you're growing up to become a woman. One day, whether I like it or not, you'll have a husband and kids." We laughed together. "But I want to meet him. Your friend. What was his name again?" "Jevan," I answered. "Okay. I want to meet this Jevan. Go rest now. I'll make us some dinner." "I wan