The first 4 periods of Monday went by pretty fast, mostly because I spent most of the class periods writing ideas for a new script. In the beginning of second period the homecoming queen and king nominations were announced. I was trying to get my homework finished literally at the last minute so I only heard the two names that were important to me, Vicki Prevez and Vince Price.
I already promised to go to the homecoming game just to see if Vince and Vicki's tables of friends will lead them to wearing plastic crowns, and reassuring everyone that they're the cutest couple. I hate to admit it, but they're are the cutest they both have names that are nicknames and before they started dating at the beginning of the school year for 3 years they were just best friends.
"Daya?" someone shouts as I'm about to enter my french class while the end of lunch bell rings. I scan the crowded halls of students not going to their classes to see Vicki with a huge smile on her face and all of her hair slicked into a bun.
"Hey," I hesitate as I see Jada behind her in sweats and slides. Good thing I'm just wearing a plain black tee, and not someone who is going to haunt her.
"Can you do me a huge favor girl?"
"Uhh sure."
"This is your 5th period right?" she points to my french class where some of my classmates are standing outside talking.
"Yes." It is my class and I would like to go inside it. She pulls me over right beside the door of my classroom and oddly looks through the small rectangle at the few kids who are in the classroom one of them being Harper.
"Him! Do you know him?" She taps the door with her red acrylic nail. Her red nail is directed right at Ziyah who sits in his chair talking to Lindsey, she's australian and she has to be the most annoying person not because she's australian, because she's just wants to know everyone's conversation. The rest of the sophomore class just loves her though, but it's not like I'm in love with them.
"Yeah that's Ziyah he was at that the party."
"Vicki don't worry about it," Jada whines still behind Vicki with a frown.
"Oh shut up, Daya can you do me a favor and tell Ziyah not to give Jada any weed even if she practically begs." Vicki scolds Jada who still looks like she's wasted.
"I don't really know Ziyah that well." We've seriously only had one conversation, and that involved smoke being blown into my face. The bell rings loudly changing my decision "fine i'll talk to him," I agree.
"Thank you so much Daya." Vicki quickly runs off down the hall. I hear her tell someone to vote for her and Vince for homecoming and quickly go inside my classroom.
I quickly take notes on the vocabulary terms on the board waiting for a moment when Madame isn't paying attention so I can awkwardly talk to Ziyah. Sooner or later Una and Fernando two of the main gossipers in this class will start to tell eachother about all the crazy stuff that happened this weekend, and that will be my window.
"Did you get the tea sister? I'm dead." Una doesn't bother taking out a pencil and flips her micro braids that took twice as long as mine over to Fernando, a loud out of the closet junior.
Unna's literally the skinnier and honestly prettier version of me. Her box braids are thinner, she has contacts, and an extreme amount of confidence that makes her come off as extremely bitchy.
She wasn't always like this in middle school we were sort of on the same level when she wore glasses and her pressed hair in a bun all of the time. All of this changed in 8th grade, not gradually but very abrupt. One day the glasses were gone, the leggings turned into skirts, and "her hair," was to her back.
"Ziyah," I whisper loudly. He has one earbud in so I have to turn my body all the way out of my seat to get his attention.
"Yea whats up," he barely looks up from his paper. The second I put my eyes on Ziyah, that bitch Lindsey leans in from the next row.
"Umm Vicki," I trail off. Ziyah now is looking at me finally.
"Who's Vicki?" Lindsey asks. Bitch this is a tacos and burrito conversation, NACHOS.
"Vicki Prevez told me to tell you to stop giving Jada weed," I spit out. Now Lindsey is leaning even closer and so is Kyle, a lazy lineman on the junior varsity football team. I've never seen him play because he always has a new injury every week keeping him off of the field.
"Can you not talk about weed like right in here," Ziyah whispers. Madame calls Lindsey up to the board to write a vocabulary word which I'm hoping she gets wrong and has to stand there in the projector light super confused.
"Sorry yeesh, Vicki doesn't want you to give Jada any devil's lettuce," I repeat. When the two words escape my lips Ziyah starts laughing making Lindsey run back from the board to her seat to bud her nose in.
"Who's Vicki again?" Ziyah's laughing finally comes to an end. I could've swore everyone in the school knew who Vicki was, the girl has groups of people by her locker everyday, and the majority of them all really like her.
"She's a senior she was at the party on Saturday." Ziyah nods, but he still obviously doesn't know who the hell im talking about, which is weird because I could've swore every horny teenage boy at this school knew who the girl who looked like a fashion nova model was.
"What Daya went to a party," Una exaggerates getting the whole right side of the room's attention. The side that consist of all the people who watch James Charles and communicate with the dumbest terms like "sister," and "tea."Â They contribute to the fact that this period is probably one of Madame's worst.
"You go girl," Fernando preaches as he crosses his legs under his desk. "And by the way your brother and Vicki are the cutest couple," he adds. I'm so glad I had to go to BSU, and I didn't get a chance to see all of Vince and Vicki's friends circle around them congratulating them on their nomination like it's that important.
Maybe because they're nominated and a couple now Vince will find a better way to ask her to the dance rather than getting a big cookie from the mall.
"Anyway she's my brother's girlfriend." I inform Ziyah who nods still not hiding the fact that he doesn't give a fuck, and has never heard of Vicki.
"Well tell her to stop being Jada's mom and I'd be more than happier to stop giving Jada my," he makes quotation marks, "devil's lettuce."
I nod not wanting to tell him that I was sort of thinking the same thing. If Jada wants to smoke and risk her grandma not paying for her weave then that doesn't really concern Vicki, but thats Vicki being overly nice trying to make sure her personality matches her gorgeous appearance.
"Uhh ok," I murmur and quickly turn back to my notes a little mad that Ziyah wasn't as chill as I expected him to be.
Sensing how awkward that was for me Ziyah gives me his full attention, and says, "Shit I'm sorry you know that wasn't meant for you." His head is tilted a little to the side as his eyes narrow in on me.
"I know, don't kill the messenger."
"I could never."
I stand outside the tennis courts leaning on the fence where the girls varsity tennis team warm up in their short white skirts. This is my 6th period tennis development also known as some occasional hitting on the courts while pretending I know what I'm doing. Other than that is basically just a free period when the girls on the team have games.
My dad believes I'm going to get on the team, and give him a pass on paying for my college, but I'm just in this class to avoid p.e. I'm not the only one who doesn't want to wear those unflattering p.e. shorts and prefers hitting a racket.
There's wants to check out the football team Sienna, couldn't care less Hailey, and good at tennis but wants to be a follower Daisy. There is also some 9th graders who are really passionate about tennis in this period, but I never find myself talking to them.
"Yes they have a game!" Sienna shouts as she approaches the courts alongside Daisy and Hailey. Sienna who is part Japanese is quite the curvaceous girl, but that doesn't stop her from wearing a white brandy Melville top that shows off her cleavage and belly button while her lululemon leggings are pulled up as high as possible.
Hailey on the other hand is wearing ripped denim shorts with some gray oversized sweatshirt giving her tan legs the spotlight.
Daisy who used to be a good girl and who is probably only able to hang out with Sienna and Hailey during school, has jeans and a regular gray t shirt to cover her thin body that I envy when she's not a pain in my ass.
"Hey Daya," Sienna says with too much interest.
"Hey." I prop a smile on my face getting myself ready for all of the information they're going to spill.
"Did you see him today!" Sienna practically shouts.
"He is not that cute," Hailey dismisses Sienna's big smile.
"Yes he is."
"You have jungle fever that's what it is." Sienna nudges Hailey in the arm and all three of them look at the black person in front of them.
"Sorry Daya," Hailey says as if Sienna hasn't awed over every African American boy in the school including Vince who she used to ask about all of the time.
Heck before Vince and Vicki we're official she would go through the trouble of straightening her already long dark brown hair and making sure she looked her best at his games. Her infatuation with Vince could be compared to what I have for Chase, except I didn't make an enemy with Jessica Hamlin.
"It's ok Stevie Wonder made an amazing song called jungle fever." Their faces turn and scrunch in confusion which seems to be it's only stage when I'm talking.
"Daya you need some dick," Sienna completely steers away from what we were talking about. I quickly stand up straight as if my posture contributed to what she just said.
"Umm," is all I can push out.
"Like girl I can set you up I know people," Sienna leans like she's telling me a secret.
"I'm good I don't need any more protein in my diet." Hailey bends over and lets out a squeal of laughter. Sienna and Daisy follow suit reminding me that their immature sense of humor can't handle my jokes. After recovering from their laughing fit that attracted the attention of a few middle schoolers walking by, they regain their composure.
"Seriously Daya you have so much potential. All you need to do is show off your body," Hailey motions to my kind of small waist that's the product of lots of blogilates. "Like it's amazing," she concludes.
"The key is to dress like a hoe, but don't be a hoe," Sienna states and swings some of her hair back almost hitting Daisy, who could in turn slap her with her long dark mane.
I nod at Sienna's advice which seems like a bit of hypocrisy coming from her, but it's not like I plant to use it. The girls talk some more about if Sienna looks chubbier today, who Daisy likes, and laugh when I tell Daisy she has saltine fever which took them a while to get.
After that I spend the rest of my free period in the library where there is no one to tell me if I need dick or would look good with one of the soccer boys. Hailey, Sienna, and Daisy on the other hand go over to the football field to "look for someone."