ELEVEN

The Jameson mansion was more beautiful.in daylight, it had gardens and well-tended lawns, the fountain with the sculpture of the thinker, the exterior was extremely beautiful, the architect or architects who had worked on this must have had all the talent in the world. 

"Close your mouth or you might catch flies", Beck said and Nehemiah snickered at the front seat.  Great! I hadn't gotten into the house and I had already done enough to embarrass myself. 

"I hate you", I muttered as Nehemiah's tall frame proceeded to the front door. Beck laughs throwing his head back. 

"I still hate you so much but your house is the bomb like how?", I said awe-struck. We started the short journey to the front door, he talked to me about the house and how his grandpa lived here too before he died ten years ago and that they've pretty much lived here their entire crappy life. he said and I quote. As we entered I didn't miss the comforting and homely smell of coconuts and pineapples almost exactly the same way Beck smelt just that he had a tinge of men's deodorant and a rosemary scented shaving cream. I had been in the house before but entering inside without the living room jampacked with drunk and hormonal teenager, I was able to see the true modern and vintage themed living room. Some of the furniture were obviously expensive antiques, there was a lady dressed in a uniform wiping the marbled top.....everything. Nehemiah plopped into a three sitter, his eyes fixed on the television. I was heading to the two sitter when Beck grabbed my wrist when I turned to face him, he looked at me like I was an insane lady that had managed to escape my asylum.

"Is there dirt on my face?", I asked referring to his nasty stare.

"Where are you going? I didn't bring you over watch tv we're heading to the privacy of my room", his words sent a chill down my spine and my saliva suddenly became too difficult to swallow. 

"Don't be scared, we arent having sex", he said and pulled me in the direction of his room.

Just like the last time his room was in a perfect condition.  His bed sheets were perfectly white and so were the pillows, the only untidy area was where he played his game and that's definitely because he was playing games this morning before he hurried to meet me. Dont ask how I know that I can see things, remember? God you guys have to keep up with the speed of things. Bck to me being in Beck's room. he plopped into his gaming chair while I stood awkwardly in a very awkward spot in the room. 

"Why are you standing so awkwardly in that spot", he asked looking at me in that same crazy way again. "It's not fornication to sit on a guy's bed yanno", he said and chuckled to himself. 

I rolled my eyes and plopped into his bed like a sack of tomatoes. i got out my phone and started reading a book on wattpad when he suddenly dropped his game pad aggressively on the floor, it scared me.

"Hey, umm.... OB have you ever thought of killing yourself like ever before like jump off a cliff, stab your heart, slice your wrists, anything?". he was staring at me now and it was in that very moment that I saw tiredness in Beck's eyes, he looked extremely and dangerously...tired. 

"No, I mean I have said I wish I died a lot of times but I've never actually wanted to take away my life". i replied as carefully as I could not shifting my gaze from his. 

He scoffed and murmured something that made me worry. "Must have had shit easy".

 I stood to my feet and walked up to him. what was I doing?! But there I was walking closer to him, he didn't move his eyes from mine and it took a lot of will power to do the same thing. When I got to where he was standing I placed my had on hid gaming table and topped the fine food with my nails, i enjoyed the noise that it made. 

"Beck?",  Isaid and looked at the tv screen before returning my gaze to his. "Do you ever want to kill yourself?".

Beck looked devastatingly handsome just sitting there having a weird and sappy staring contest with me that was literally zero effort.

"I'm in a gangc death is like ...its like...its like waking up and eating cornflakes before heading to school, its the normal kind of shit to me and my brothers to the entire demonions", he looked like he was telling me a shit-story and I had a gut feeling that there was to this topic than he was letting on. 

"Yeah sure but we're ...", he interrupted me.

"OB, no we arent doing that pep talk in this bedroom, now please drop the suicide topic i just wanted to know".  I made to open my mouth when he added. "And before you ask, i had no specific reason why", he had picked up the game pad again and had started tapping on the pad casually. "it just came to my mind and i wanted to know".

"Im going to grab a snack in the kitchen", I said and walked out of his bedroom. 

Finding my way to the kitchen in this monstrosity of a house was a major task but finding way around the kind was like climbing the  Mount Everest, it was solving a jigsaw puzzle to find out the exact refrigerator that had the snacks. Yes, there were more than six refrigerators in that kitchen and the island alone was the size of my entire living room. okay, that's a bit much exaggeration but you get what I mean.  I finally took out a fruit bar and a can of coke. i placed the can of coke on the island and popped it open.  I was savouring the moment as the cold liquid past through my throat when I heard a noise behind me upon turning  I was faced with this dropped dead gorgeous boy.

"Hi?", he said and laughed a little. he caught me staring! He was obviously blasian and boy was he a piece of art. 

"I'm sorry", i muttered. 

"No,its totally fine I usually get worst stares", he replied and we both laughed.

"I'm glad to hear that", I said more to myself than to him but audible enough for him to hear. He gulped out of his water bottle and I watched as his adam's apple popped rhythmically. 

"so pretty girl what's your name?", he asked closing his bottle and using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the water on his lips. 

"Obele but call me OB".

"how about this I'll call you Belle as in beauty", his hoarse voice was very comforting. 

I looked away so he wouldn't see the Cheshire cat's grin I had plastered on my face and when I had regained composure I was able to look at him again. 

"What's your name?". I asked.

"It's Ajani Blade". Ajani Blade, I repeated in my head. 

"See you around, Belle". He said and vanished out of the kitchen