My High School Life

Chapter Thirty seven

"The both of us. While we eat, let's talk about you." He leaned closer and graced my eyes with his pearly whites.

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Jumoke

"Talk of about me? Why?" I quizzed.

"Wire." He joked as he tore the pizza box lid. He took a slice of pizza and stretched it to my mouth. "Ah," he said, meaning for me to open my mouth.

"I have hands," I wiggled my fingers at him.

"What a surprise!"

"Don't go all sarcastic on me," I warned and he stuck out his tongue. "You're a dumbass."

"You're a smartass."

"That's not the opposite of dumbass," I told him.

"I don't care." He shrugged. "Now, shut your mouth and start eating."

I took a slice of pizza. I noticed there were also white nylons beside the ice cream cups.

"So, Jummy, how old are you?"

"Sixteen"

"The last time I asked, you said you were sixteen."

"Yeah.....about that... I was fifteen then."

"So you lied? Well, we're even."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I lied too. Then I was sixteen."

We looked at each other for a while then burst into laughter.

"Dang....we are freaking liars." He said as he took another slice of pizza. "So you're sixteen now and I'm seventeen now too."

I nodded at that.

"We were just kids when we fell in love....," he sang and I laughed.

God! His voice is awesome!! Even though he wasn't singing with seriousness, it still sounded superb.

"One day, you'll sing for me along with your guitar," I told him.

"Then you'll have to come to my house, I can't bring my guitar to school."

"You're using your guitar as an excuse for me to come to your house."

"Do you want to see me play or not?"

"Whatevs." I rolled my eyes.

"So you're talking like an American teenager now, uhn? Don't forget we were colonized by the British."

"So?" I raised both brows.

"Soo....you should speak and act like a British."

"Guess what?" I suddenly said.

"What?"

"Our ice cream is melting,"  pointed to the melting cups of ice cream.

We spent the next ten minutes talking, laughing and the same time taking our ice cream.

"So, what's up with you and Henry?" He asked.

My hand stopped midway to my mouth. I dropped the meat pie.

"As in?"

"What's up with you and Henry?" He reiterated the question with more seriousness.

"Nothing. We are just friends," I replied.

"But he doesn't see you as a friend."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a guy. I know when a guy likes a girl. I can see the signs cos I've experienced them before."