It’s Chapter 8..y’all know the drill by now.
“That,” Eric called to me, “was the most bad-ass move I’ve ever seen.” He clapped me on my back as the principal released me from her office. How long had here been waiting out here for me? “It doesn’t matter about what Mackey does to you. You’re a hero!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at Eric as he droned on and on about people’s reactions in the cafeteria when Jasmine and I jumped out of the window. It was kind of Indiana Jones-y. I honestly didn’t want to get my ass beat in front of Jasmine. I had to do something.
Principal Mackey sentenced me to only a week of after school detention, which was pretty lame, but it was way better than what Ronnie received. Apparently Mackey received a few ‘anonymous tips’ about who started the food fight. Ronnie got Saturday school for the remainder of the school year and he had to clean the entire cafeteria by himself.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Eric said.
“You? Thinking? This can’t be good,” I responded, opening my locker. I wondered where Jasmine was, probably on her way to her fifth period. I hoped I would get to see her again before school was dismissed.
“You need wheels.”
“A girl like Jasmine likes all the finer things in life,” Eric began, taking his ridiculous Ray Bans off, folding one side down, and resting it on the collar of his Polo. “So I’ll get Jackie to take me home, and you can take my whip.”
Jackie Hollins is obsessed with Eric and he knows it. It’s kind of pathetic, actually, how he uses her. She does anything he asks. If he misses their World History class she always takes copious notes and makes a typed copy for him to have. She’s delusional and all Eric has to do is call her beautiful, which she isn’t, and she will give him the world, literally.
“Don’t do that to Jackie, bro.” I said feeling so bad for her. She isn’t the most attractive thing walking, but she was nice. That made up for something, right? I had no time to feel bad for Jackie I needed that Camaro. Jackie had been doing this since fourth grade. What’s one more day? Eric dangled the keys to his car in front of my face like I was a hamster.
“She loves it,” he waved me away. “You want the keys or not? Last offer.”
I snatched the keys from him before he could change his mind. “Of course I do.”
“Don’t mess up my ride. I’ll come get it from you around…eleven?” He offered.
“Eleven? It’s a school night!” I wanted to take that back as soon as it came out of my mouth. Really, what would Jasmine and I do until eleven? My mother would literally flip if a girl came over on a school night, especially if she wasn’t Renee’s friend.
“I’m just going to act like you didn’t say that,” Eric placed the key in my hand. He began to walk away when he said, “Don’t say that around Jazz.”
“Right,” I nodded. “Hey!” I called before he got too far. I watched as he slid his Ray Bans back on to his face. “Don’t call her Jazz.” She wasn’t a genre of music.
“You got it,” he answered.
I could barely compose myself throughout the rest of the day. I examined every petite girl with long, dark hair until I realized she wasn’t Jasmine. I couldn’t get the girl off of my mind. I practically ran to the student parking lot after school, partly because I didn’t want to run into Ronnie Carmichael and his crew, and also because I had to see Jasmine.
Then, like things badly directed and teen my mother calls. Nothing, no one can ruin a day like having your mother call just as the love of your life is walking out of the building. Jasmine scanned the parking lot just as my pocket vibrated violently. I hushed the ringer. My mother was just being annoying. She didn’t want anything. I positioned myself beside Eric’s Camaro. I had one foot inside the door; the rest of my body was leaned against the car, you know, like in music videos. It looked cool at the time.
When her eyes slid over to mine, they popped. She smiled seductively and before I could call out to her, my mother calls again! I need to end this conversation before Jasmine got any closer.
“What is it?” I demanded.
“Ali Tehera! This is your mother!” She screamed back at me. I rolled my eyes because I was sure a tongue-lashing would ensue.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“Your sister is studying tonight. She can’t work her shift at Agrabah…” I tuned everything after that out. You’ve got to be kidding me. Not now.
Jasmine began to walk towards me.
“Mom, are you serious right now? Please not now.”
“Ali I need you here in fifteen minutes. The dinner crowd will be here soon and you know how busy it gets.”
I didn’t even have the energy to convince her I couldn’t come. What could I say? Mom, I’ve had the best day of my life. I’ve magically become a prince and literally scored the best looking girl in the world. I had no explanation that would suffice for missing a shift with my mom. Obviously, Renee did.
“I’ll be there.” I answered solemnly.
By the time I ended the conversation Jasmine was already next to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a soft, genuine kiss on my lips. I wanted more than anything to stay in that moment but knowing I had to get out of this lot and across town to Agrabah ruined my whole mood.
Jasmine could sense my mood. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I answered, pulling her closer to me. “You need a ride home?”
“No,” she responded, “a car is coming for me.” Just as she said that a black town car pulled into the lot. A butler hopped out and nodded in Jasmine’s direction. “I guess it’s time to go.”
“I guess so,” I said wanting to punch a wall. It could have been the perfect ending to a perfect day.
“Tomorrow,” she mouthed to me while she traveled over to her car. The butler gave me a warning look before he too got in and drove away.
Eric came to get his keys from me and I managed to catch my bus before it left. I guess the clock struck midnight for me. I was regular old Ali again.