Do best friends really come before boys?
Stolen Heart
CHAPTER
5
Out With the Old,In With The...
I awaken to the buzzing of my alarm at 7:00. Hence the above, I straighten out my bed sheets, running into the shower. I moisten my skin, then I dress into my arranged outfit, consisting of my Poplin stars and blue stripes shirt,layered with a white tee, high rise sculpt jeans followed by beige Oxford brogues and a pimkie over-sized blazer.
I consume two pieces of wholemeal, seeded toast; shortly after, brushing my teeth,moisturizing my face, style my hair by firstly adding Afro Caribbean leave-in-condition, parting my hair into two sections,teasing my hair at the sides and brushing my back before holding in place with a headband. Usually, I hairdo my hair into a messy bun but that requires effort, which I do not have. Packing my pre-prepared lunch of leftover lasagna into my satchel, I leave my house to walk.
As I advance down the pathway to school, I hear the sound of footsteps behind me, at a fast pace. I do not take the risk of flinching my head. Instead I pursue my walking journey to A-Levels. After a while, the footsteps die down. As of now, I close to school, actually only a few minutes away. Being that case, if anyone attempted to kidnap me, help would be nearby. Unexpectedly, a pair of hands seize my sides, causing me to shake in startle. I turn my head to Adonis, laughing his head off. In my perspective, I hadn’t established his trick to be anyhow hilarious but demonstrating a lack of intellect and maturity.
“Hey there!” he greets, subsequent to his laughter.
With annoyance, I declare “ What on earth was that for?”.
“I presumed you hadn’t noticed me so and I wanted to scare you...” He trails off into more laughter.
“Ugh! Whatever!” I roll my eyes in exasperation, proceeding towards school. As a matter of fact, my reaction had been an utter surprise, even to myself. I recall from Friday that I had been nothing but shy, quiet, and nervous in front of him,until this day when he experienced the knockout, fiery side to me. Can I ever be none of the other?
I arrive at school, on my way to my locker. I meet Chloe on the way.
“Hey! I must say, you may have smart brain but that doesn’t make you any less dumber when it comes to fashion.” Chloe compliments.
I laugh, explaining how her metaphor hadn’t made any sense whatsoever.
“Whatever Dominique! Your hair is..” She paused to think of an insult. “... Oh gosh, I can’t think of anything -your hair is SO beautiful that EVERYONE wants it!” Chloe sighs.
“No, I argue my case. What about Esme’s hair? Moving aside from the subject, I had attempted to contact you multiple times with no reply. What happened during the time we were apart?” I ask, saying the last sentence with an upper-class intonation .
“I was at my Dad’s during the weekend.... Found out that he’s engaged to a crook.” Chloe smiles sarcastically.
“Chloe, you could have simply confronted me , within a single call . I’d have undoubtedly supported you,with all ears!” I sigh, rubbing Chloe’s arm in comfort.
Chloe’s parents divorced a little while ago, roughly around the stage when we were sitting our GCSEs. With woe, Chloe crumbled, revealing a devastated, harsh little girl who required affection from her parents but couldn’t ask for it. Once more, being the sympathetic, obliging best friend I am, I offered Chloe a shoulder to cry on, aiding her with reading up and revision. Luckily, Chloe strives and survived and passed her GCSE examinations which brought her along to A-Levels, which makes me thankful to this day.
“If it makes you feel better, you’re invited to my dad’s wedding in June...?” I say with an comforting grin.
“Yeah, I’ll come to that. Even so, I am showing disinterest in my Dad’s life choices from now on . I’ve got to focus on succeeding my A-Levels and I’m not going to let myself down, for the sake of my pitying Dad.” Chloe explains.
By some means, it’s certainly auspicious seeing Chloe stepping aside her direct matter of question, in order to concertrate on her future schooling and success. Still, this is the topic of her Dad and her A-Levels. Both of which are just as important as the other. So it’s an one for all and all for one situation.
“Also, I need to inform you that Esme’s hair has nothing on yours. To prove it, I’m coming over to style your hair.”Chloe insists, as we reach our lockers, opening them and take out various different books for different subject classes. The bell rings, indicting it’s time for our first lesson.
“C’est temps pour Français!” .
Bonjour!” “Good Morning!” “Bonjour!” Mrs Alphonse greets us, as we settle to begin class. At that instance, the door swings open, revealing Adonis. He seems out of breath, exhausted and confused.
“ERM... Is this, um, French Class with Mrs Alphonse?” He asks.
“C’est droite. Je voudrais vous présenter à tous les Adonis seront joindre nos classes à partir de maintenant.” Mrs Alphonse introduces. If you do not speak French, enter this into Google Translate.
Adonis smiles, providing the class with a friendly wave. Simultaneously, there are whistles, whispering and “whooping” sounds, erupting the classroom’s poised atmosphere.
“Where are you from, Adonis? Were you born here...another country...?.” Mrs Alphonse questions, once the noise quiets down.
“I’m British but of Greek descent from my mother.” He answers. See! I did say he was Greek.
“How interesting. Would you say your language is similar to the French Language?” Mrs Alphonse interrogates.
“Some of it is but most of it isn’t just because the Greek language is much,much harder.” he responds.
“OK. So, we’re going to complete a quick exercise- we’re going to go clockwise around the room and we’re going to tell Adonis where each one of us are from as he had done so. Adonis, you can sit down next to Akachi.” Mrs Alphonse clarifies. We start with Adisa who says she’s from Ethiopia, and go around the room.
“Hey Adonis. I’m Camilla and I’m Greek too. Do you understand this: Eísai kaftós!” Camila hailed to Adonis.
I turn to look at him. He laughs awkwardly, pushing his hair back.
“Er...Ναι.” He mumbles. She laughs in reply, whispering to her friends, soon after laughing with her.
The rest of her friends were a medley of British, French and Turkish. Eventually, the order came to Chloe and I.
“ Bonjour! Je’m’appelle Chloe et je `a partir Angleterre.”
“I’m of French,Caribbean and British Descent.” I respond. Adonis beams in my direction ,presumably targeted to me. I ignore him, writing the date into my exercise book. We carry on with, learning more about each others heritage, gawping in surprise if members of the class come from places we didn’t know, etc,etc.
The next thing you know,lesson’s over, we’re all assigned with homework and revision. Afterwards, I had Maths. Luckily, Adonis hadn’t been allocated to my class for Maths. The day moved on to music class. Tomorrow, trials to represent Bridgend for a national musical competition commence tomorrow at Lunch break.
The next thing you know,lesson’s over, we’re all assigned with homework and revision. Afterwards, I had Maths. Luckily, Adonis hadn’t been allocated to my class for Maths. The day moved on to music class. Tomorrow, trials to represent Bridgend for a national musical competition commence tomorrow at Lunch break.
With that being said, it was Lunch. On my way to the cafeteria, a familiar hand grabs hold of me,hauling me around and coming to face with Adonis.
“Hey.” I sigh awkwardly , releasing my arm from his grasp.
“Dominique, I just wanted to personally apologize about earlier. I never meant for it to annoy you. Reckon we could start again?” He questions, a heart warming smile spread across his face. Ahh. That smile is my favorite one. That smile would easily pressure me to forget everything entirely on its own. That smile hypnotizes me. That smile is paradise. That smile causes me to obsess over him even more.
“OK then.” I sigh, rolling my eyes
“Yay! So,wait were you out on Friday?” he inquires.
“No..why?” I lie,gulping in an act of apprehension.
“So I DIDN’T see you on Friday after school,jogging?” he confirms.
“No...I didn’t leave my house on Friday.” I persist. This lie is spindling out of my own control.
“Oh. Well whoever I saw looked REALLY similar to you.” he nods.
“Hey Adonis! You coming with us or what?” his friends request, laying themselves onto him in leaps and bounds.
“Yep, I’m coming. ” Adonis replies as they stride past him,through the cafeteria door.
“Well...I guess that’s my cue to go. But you have History tomorrow with Mr Richards?” Adonis questions. I nod with a smile.
“Ok. So see you around!” he calls, catching up with his new friends into the food hall.
There is a copious amount of information I am obliged to tell one person. Chloe.

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