WOUNDED

CHAPTER 13

AZ
Song: Chasing fire - Lauv

This is why you shouldn't hook up with random Ghanaian church boys no matter how hot they are. They might end up in your school and possibly tell everyone about what happened.

Would Kacely do that? Would he tell people about what happened? No, I don't think he will. But he's such a loud mouth, he told me his life story in one night with very little persuasion. He might tell someone if he is under the right level of pressure.

Wait, why am I so worked up about it? It's not that serious. If he tells anyone, I'll just deny it. It's that simple. It's not like anyone saw us together or anything.
When he reached out to me in the cafeteria, I was just supposed to say I wasn't Bethany. I should've told him he was mistaking me from someone else, that he was seeing things. But I was too surprised to see him that I couldn't think at the moment. I overreacted like I always do and ended up looking stupid.

My tattoos, he would've noticed them eventually. There was and is no way I can deny anything.

"Fuck." I mummer. I'm angry, hungry as shit and shouting will only give me a headache.

I haven't eaten since yesterday because that Shura asked the cook to prepare achu, which I do not like.
I bet she did that on purpose. Why the hell is she in our house in the first place? And who is she to be giving orders around?

I horn at the gate and the gateman, Kebufe opens it moments later so I drive in and pack my car. When I get out, I bang the door and notice that Gramps is sitting on the veranda.

"My baby."

"Hi Gramps" I say and walk in.

"Bad day?" he chuckles and follows me.

"You can't even begin to comprehend how bad it actually was." I respond while getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I've told you to avoid cold water. It's not good for you." He says. I sniff coc Gramps, this won't kill me.

"I know, I just..."

"Calm down, what happened? I hope you didn't cuss some teacher out again"

"No" I say and we both laugh. "Well, I almost did. The same teacher actually"

"Why do you even cuss at teachers?" he asks laughing.

"In Australia we used to do most of the time, though that would earn us hours in detention."

"Well they don't do that here."

"They don't cuss?"

"They do, but using different words." He explains.

"Like what?"

"Ya mami, ya lass." He says and laughs at the weird expression on my face.

"Isn't lass supposed to mean a young girl? Like feminine for lad?"

"Well it does, but not in Cameroon. It means pussy or dick..."

I burst into laughter and he joins me.

"Gramps you sound so dumb when you say pussy. "

"Let me be..." he grumbles

"I'll never get this place." I shake my head and his laughs harder. "I guess mami will mean motherfucker or something?"

"Yes." He adds and laughs even harder, leaning against the wall."Well, I'm glad you didn't cuss at the teacher." he chuckles then walks towards the dining table. "So what happened?" He asks.

What do you want to hear Gramps? That the Ghanaian guy I met and hooked up with on New Year's eve is in my class?

"I failed a math quiz."