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“If I tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“I think I might be stained,” I lied.
“I thought your period came last week. How many times do you menstruate in a month?” she said walking around her to check the back of my jeans trouser.
“There is no stain Claire. So spill the truth.”
We always saw through each other. If the case was reversed, I knew I would probably react the same way. I wouldn’t let Jessica rest till I got the truth. I wasn’t sure if I could share this one though; it was too complex especially because I had chided my best friend severally about him.
“I will tell you later.”
“Later is going to come Claire and I’m going to get my answers, “Jessica said dramatically when we got to the counter. As we walked home that day, I hoped I would see him outside like always, but he wasn’t there and even when I suggested giving him a part of their dinner to her Aunty as an excuse to see him, the answer was no.
When we were alone, Jessica wouldn’t let me rest, but I kept on lying and evading the question till it was time for my best friend to leave.
For days I was plagued with the image of his body. He was perfect. A small god on earth, one that any goddess would want.
“Claire!” my boss snapped.
“Yes … I… oh.”
I realized I was pouring a drink on a customer’s shirt instead of the small mug before me. The face of the customer twisted and formed a very hard frown. By this time, my boss was already beside me apologizing on my behalf and promising to compensate the customer.
When the customer left, my boss pulled me into a corner and glared at me.
“Do you know who that is?”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? If you weren’t for one of my best workers, I would have sent you packing. That mistake could potentially reduce the number of customers we have!”
"I’m so sorry. I will make it up. I promise.”
“You better and get a grip on yourself; you’ve been acting weird lately. I may not take sorry next time. Get a grip.”
I could barely eat and think straight. All I saw was his face, his smile, and his body. Now and then when I was home, I would peep through the kitchen window to see if he was outside so I could get a glimpse of him. Confused and unsure of what to do, I started contemplating telling him because I was going crazy.
“But what would he think?”
“Wouldn’t he think I'm crazy or something?”
"You tell him and then what?”
"What if he doesn’t like you back?”
"What are you doing Claire?”
“What if .... ?”
“Arrgghh!” I groaned one day when I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and went all the way to his apartment. I knocked softly and when I didn't get a response, I knocked harder till my hands hurt.
He opened the door slightly and I saw a slight frown on his face. I knew for a visitor I overstepped by banging on his door. So I swallowed hard and smiled.
“I’m so sorry I knocked like that.”
I noticed he looked sleepy, but he didn't say a word. He nodded instead.
