"Do you think my left boob is smaller than my right boob?" I scream so that Brian wouldn't miss a word.
"What? You realize I'm not gay?" He yells back.
I'm pretty sure he's in the kitchen, obsessing over his cereal as usual. I head there, still adjusting my bra cups.
"I think the left one's a bit smaller. The right cup feels tighter," I say, glancing up. He's way too slow turning his eyes away, probably wondering what kind of psycho his mom brought home.
"Don't stare, pervert!" I snap, and he jumps like I caught him red-handed. Then he tries to act busy like nothing's going on.
"How am I supposed to know if I don't look?" He says before dipping his spoon in the bowl of cereal.
"I don't need to be in your room to know that you snore." I open the fridge and dig for a burger I threw in this morning.
"I saw him drop you. You wanna tell me why you suddenly skipping school with him? He is bad news Rye." Brian scoops his spoon full of milk filled cornflakes.
"Aaw, daaad,.." I tease. "Is this burger any better?" I look at him sympathetically and lick my sauce covered fingers.
"I'm serious Rye." He says between laughs. "He never commits."
"Is that what you think I'm doing? I just needed a friend. Don't be so wack." I move to the sitting room and forcefully sit on the couch then fold my legs on it and turn on the tv.
"Incoming!" I hear Brian yell and I know exactly what he is doing, so I jump off the couch before he jumps over it, spilling some of the content in the popcorn bowl as he does. Now it's over, I sit back on the couch full of strewn popcorn.
"I don't get why y'all have to eat popcorn watching movies. Nlikuwa nmezoea watu wanawatch dj Afro na miwa (I was used to people watching Dj Afro movies eating sugarcane) and us trying to sit quietly kuwatch (watching) 'Me Before You'. We were the cool ones that got English." I laugh at the memory.
"Yea? How cool is this?" He throws popcorn at me.
"Aah! No you didn't!" I throw a fair amount at him and before we know it, we had started a popcorn fight.
Turns out popcorn runs out too. We laugh as we drift back to the couch.
"I get it now." I say breathlessly.
The single was almost halfway and I place my head on Brian's shoulder, drifting off to the day's events. I know Logan is bad news, he cannot even control his anger, but... He is sweet, especially when he is trying to learn a child's game. He was relaxed and happy. It felt really nice to see him that way.
"You wanna talk about it?" Brian startles me.
"Talk about what?" I open my eyes and shift my posture abit to pretend I was watching tv.
"I can feel you smile all the way from here." He shifts a little so I have to lift my head from his shoulder.
I scoff.
"What?" I don't want to discuss Logan with anyone. The guy cannot even get my name right.
"So we are going to pretend now?" Brian grins.
"Nothing is going on Brian. This movie is quite interesting. I like this lady. She has class." I say in an attempt to change the topic.
"Okay. If you ever wanna talk, I'll be here but just a quick reminder, you have that other guy... Mason? The one you never kiss." He laughs slightly then realizing it's getting awkward gets up.
"More popcorn." He walks away to the kitchen.
I'm left looking at my phone every time.. I guess I am expecting him to text, did you get home safe? Who am I kidding though. Of course he brought me to my door step to make sure there is no more conversation. I had made it clear that Mason and I were in love. What an idiot.
Nope. I'm not being this girl that is pathetic for a guy she shouldn't even have been involved with in the first place.
"You are not waiting for CEO to call right." Brian questions.
"Hell no."
"Good... Because that would be-"
"Weird, I know. Ptff, very weird."I cut him short.
"I was gonna say interesting.. Buut... " I bite my cheek and curse at myself.
I am weird. I mean it has been a habit of mine to jump at every opportunity to turn away a guy that showed interest in me.
I'm sixteen and have never had a first boyfriend, never even felt what people call first love. I'm just too scared. Scared I'll end up with kids of my own and then have them ripped from my arms because I went crazy after some guy did something terrible.
Boys mess up. All the time. And I can't get myself to love one, only to watch my life fall apart because of it.
Brian is still looking down at me, waiting, as I come back from my little daydream. I force a smile and suddenly wrestle him to the ground, spilling popcorn everywhere.
"Oh, I wasn't done with you," I say, grinning over him.
Normal school is for whites or at least that is something we grew to believe, from how we were colonised to how we believe the white man brought around school to torture us.
My previous school still had kids believing that whites have no right smiling at us. Weird where I study now is owned by whites and I am actually into one. Okay, that last part still needs some serious debating in my head.
"Rye! You can't miss this. It's gonna be so lit. Ruger anakuja Kenya! (Ruger is coming to Kenya!)" Some kid from my class taps my shoulder with a Ruger poster on his hands.
Everyone at school is going crazy about it. That's all anyone can talk about — Ruger coming to Kenya. Posters of Ruger in Meru County are everywhere on social media, and some of my classmates and older kids have even printed them out and stuck them on walls and locker doors.
The buzz for 8th October had just started. Kids are not so different after all. My previous school also had heat rising over local cheaper mini concerts, mainly for reggae and riddim djs who mostly just insult people but, as long as we are happy right?
I simply stare at the fliers. There was no way I would ever afford this and I'm not asking for Brian to pay for a concert leave alone the transport to Meru.
"You buzzed about this?" A voice says behind me, more calm than the previous ones I have heard. This causes me to turn.
"Not really. I don't like him anyway." I say just to conceal the fact that I cannot afford it. And Jonny Walker being the label sponsoring the whole thing? That means I get a real chance at expensive booze.
Damn, I feel like that rabbit that couldn't reach a banana and had to convince itself that it was rotten anyway.
"You sure? Your face says otherwise," Logan pesters, not letting up.
"Are you?" I throw the question right back at him, trying to save face.
"If you are, why not? It's a chance to skip school again. That was fun with you. I wouldn't mind doing it again, unless you want to be a total buzzkill." He doesn't wait for my answer. The dumb boy just winks and walks past me.
I want to laugh at his lame attitude and his attempt to be cute. Honestly, it's working. He doesn't even have to try. He's hot, and I'm pretty sure everyone knows it.