Chapter 3

Time and time again, i always told myself to be patient and observe my sorroundings keenly. To never jump before the drum, nor count my chicks before they hatch. Raising my hand to give my answer was probably the worst decision i ever made. 

With the hindsight of what might come from displaying my knowledge, i swallowed deeply and finally decided to put my fear behind me and go for it. Different pairs of eyes were on me,everyone interested in what I had to say...

What did I even have to say...

A lot, I thought to myself. 

I felt the scanning eyes of derrick

Johnson..and right there , I knew my life depended on the answer I'd give right now..

And so, I sashayed my way to the front of the class, passing past the teacher, who gave me a stern look. As though threatened that i might have an answer to a question she didn't have  

Walking  past Maddy, the school's bitch .

and the bad boys in the middle of the class, who made sure to whisper sassy comment about my bravery ..and at last...

Past Owen..who looked at me expectantly. I wanted to smile, perhaps ask myself  what I'd even

experienced for myself.  My love life was inexisistent , possibly because i pushed away any guy that came my way. 

And finally..I stood before my class ..

"Well..its simple..real love  is indescribable... Psychologist say that once you're inlove, the things that mattered to you  no longer make sense. And you can never pinpoint any actual reason why you actually love her. You fall more and more with everything and anything they do. When it's love, or infatuation, you'll have favourite things about them, perhaps body, money, physic, interaction or personality. True love doesent happen over night, its not deciecive and violent, its patient.

Inhumanly patient. But that happens to be quite difficult to find in a generation filled with sex and money. Where morals have been raided and repaced with social standards. Where body count is more important that maturity and personality. " I finished .. 

Reading physchology books seemed to do quite enough for me, I'd spent so much time cooked up around my books i didn't even allow myself live in the realistic world.

"So you're actually saying, if she has  a reason why she loves me, the she's nit the one." I heard a familiar voice state..snapping me out of my trance..

I

looked around, and realized I was still standing in front of the class..

I cleared my throat..

"No people are diffrent. Jusf focus on what you're feeling. That should tell you alot. ." I simply stated...

Everyone looked at me in awe,most of the boys nodding. 

"How do you even ask him if he truly loves you" Maddy asked, nor a hint embarrassed about her question...

Maddy had been with countless guys over the short time she'd been here , she was the schools "slut "after all, but  judging on the scenario we had yesterday, I'd be damned if she tried

me again.

She was proud for having tasted all the bad boys down at our schools, all of them except one..

Derrick Johnson...

You see...no one in school had come close to making out with this idol.. He'd openly teased the girls that tried to get him...pushing them against lockers..biting their neck...an action that made me drip in seconds..but that was all he'd done, he just walked away, hitting them with a big.."you're not my type.."

Weird huh. !!

And yes, its better admitting... I've had a crush on derrick Johnson ever since I was convinced...so its simple, I'd made it my mission to investigate his life...

It sounds shody, and stalker like, but i didn't give  damn.

I want it, i get it.

That's who i was at heart, raised by a mother that wasn't really there, a brother whi was taken by my grand father thirteen years ago.

Though we were well off, alittle affection from my mother, and an unkown father would probably have kicked foward great mental health.

Well i am who i am, and i make no apologies for how i choose to fix the debts in myself.

Now back to class..

And right before I answered Maddy's question.. An arm from the back was lifted...making me freeze in position...

"Yes Johnson.." The teacher said..

"I'd like to help Marie answer Maddy's question" he said, in his forever sexy voice..

The way my name rolled off his tongur stole whatever air circulated around my lungs.

He was so handsome I'd already created an entire inaginary marriage with him. Wasn't it illegal to look that handsome.

And with that question... I realized I'd Been in my own world to even give my answer's

And as my future boyfriend began to speak... My mind was lost to his features, his face, his eyes...that blond spiky hair and wanted to mess up doing God knows what... And those lips, those pink lips...those soft full lips...the way they moved when he talked..the images that flashed before me...of the a thousand things I'd do to that tongue of his that rolled inside his mouth when he spoke...

God I had a serious problem..

I know you're Wondering why I call him the sex god..its simply.. The girls he'd simply teased like that, had instantly been set on fire by those little actions...

I had also stalked him enough to understand he'd fucked a number of girls outside school...girls who never seemed to leave him...girls who literally made out with him on the alleys.

He seemed OK with it, as long as he wasn't getting it at school. I always wondered why? That was the only question that still posed mysterious about him. Well the countless girls were okay with the idea of being just fuck buddies.

I'd befriended one of them some time back, and I'd gotten her to explain about derricks sex game..that day! those words...that explanation..got me showering several times..derrick..that boy.. He's a maze..

Diiiiiiiiiiiing....

Well that my people was the bell...and marking the end of the lesson...miss OG picked up her books, lost in thoughts and walked put of the class, leaving the discussion of what I and derrick had just explained.

And that my people, was the beginning of becoming the schools relationship therapist..