“Is everything okay with Jeremy?” she says, like we're old girlfriends having tea. Ah, hell nah, let me nip this one in the bud right now.
“Jeremy's no longer my concern,” I say, rising from my seat, wounded report in hand. “I'll have the paper back to you by Friday and thank you again for letting me rewrite it,” I say, marching toward the door. Damn, there's the first bell. Now I'm going to have to go to third period without my chocolate fix. I really hope everything's cool with both Jeremy and Tania. Any more irritation and I'm liable to bite someone's head off.
“Jayd, if you ever need to talk, I'm here. I know breaking up seems like the end of the world, but it's only high school,” she says, whimsically dismissing my feelings as a school girl crush. Even with Rah winning the battle for my heart, I still feel for Jeremy.
“Thank you, Mrs. Malone,” I say as I walk toward third period. Right now I just feel out of control of my feelings, like they're marching to their own beat and I'm along for the ride.
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The key is to be in alignment with your feelings in order to control the situation
,” my mom says, sounding more like Mama than herself as she invades my thoughts.
“Not at school,” I say aloud to my mom as she coquettishly grins in my head. She's having too much fun with her born-again powers. But, I know she's right. I have to get my mojo back, as Netta would say, and fast.
“Hey Jayd,” Jeremy says, walking into our class right as the bell rings and taking the seat next to me, as usual. I guess some things haven't changed.
“Hey,” I say, unable to muster anything else. I'm still so upset with him for not claiming his and Tania's baby because he's afraid of his dad disowning him, but I also feel guilty because it was an easy way out for me to be free to explore something new with Rah. But Jeremy doesn't have to know all that.
“Good morning class,” Mrs. Peterson says, barely looking up from her desk. “Your assignment's on the board. Your quiz will be at the last fifteen minutes of the period. If you must talk, make it quiet please.” Before returning to her newspaper, Mrs. Peterson looks up at the opening door ready to attack whoever's walking into her arena late. “Thank you for joining us this morning,” she says a hella salty to a tardy Tania.
“Well, it's the least I can do, considering it's my last morning at South Bay,” Tania says, sliding an envelope across the teacher's desk, as giddy as ever. She turns around to wink at Jeremy while giving me a sly look. She then walks to the back of the classroom to where her followers are seated and collects money while Mrs. Peterson signs her release papers. I know this trick didn't place a bet on me and Jeremy.
“Jeremy,” she says, leaning across my desk, right in striking distance. “It's been real,” she says, blowing him a kiss as she cuts her eyes at me. “And, so sorry the two of you didn't work out,” she says, showing off her fifty-dollar bill and blinging engagement ring, before walking back toward Mrs. Peterson's desk. The broad's lucky she's pregnant. Otherwise, whipping her ass might be worth the automatic suspension from school.
“What a bitch,” Jeremy says under his breath, but loud enough to make the students around us giggle. Well, at least Jeremy and I are in agreement about something.
“Yeah, I think our breakup is worth a whole lot more. At least a c-note,” I say, breaking the iceberg between us. I would love it if we could still be friends. I genuinely like the cat and love vibing with him.
“I agree. At least a hundred. I wish they'd let me in on the bet. I could have made a killing,” he says, taking his books out of his backpack and turning to our assignment. With Tania's grand exit over, it's back to work in Government class.
“I hear you. What would you have wagered?” I ask, copying the notes from the board into my notebook. I miss going back and forth with Jeremy. We seemed to lose our spark amidst all of the relationship baggage. It's nice to be on the path to friendship again, even if it's still awkward. Like Mama says, time heals all wounds or makes you forget what you were fighting about in the first place.
“A million dollars,” he says, looking as serious as a heart attack, catching me off guard, much like Nigel did earlier. “I would've bet that much that we'd stay together, if the situation and timing was different.” I now realize Jeremy feels as bad as I do about us breaking up. The difference between us is that he has no one to catch his rebound. My phone vibrates with another message from Rah, making me blush. Damn, this sucks. Now I really feel uncomfortable.
“Quiet please,” Mrs. Peterson says, ending the heat for now. I hope Jeremy and I can really be friends, even if he does find out about me and Rah. But for now, I just pray that we can all chill for a minute before crashing head-on into each other.