All I Want For Christmas Episode 2


Next day, I wasn’t eager to be in school, making mum threatening to drag my little tush to school and because I didn’t want to be more embarrassed than I already was of my looks, I frowned all the way to school. My star didn’t shine, my moon didn’t glow, and even the crickets didn’t make annoying noises at night. Life sucked and I knew I was going to hate writing my project with someone I probably don’t like and who probably don’t like me either. Really, life was so unfair.

Mr Kenny comes in, and the class begins and when his session was almost done he announces…

‘Time to find out who your partner is going to be for the project.” he states as he brings out a list from his bag

“Tell me what your number is and I would call out your partner” he orders

I sat at the back of the class, just because I hated being in the spot light, because the background usually appealed to me… #deep sigh.

Well, I was at the back and as such, I was always the last. I waited for my turn, realising that I haven’t heard his name, but I had stopped listening, I didn’t want to have my heart shatter to pieces again when they pair him with another, and I have to pick my broken pieces like scattered pieces of orange seeds on the ground and slinging my jars of broken hearts like a dirty trophy home and maybe die out of depression, so I blocked out my ears instead. Why was life always unfair? Why lord!! ?

“Cynthia? Cynthia Morgan?

I wondered why I wasn’t pretty. Like really, really out of the fairy tales pretty, with long black silky hair, blue eyes and full lips like the ladies in the movies, I thought to myself.

“Cynthia Morgan are you with us?” Mr Kenny calls out again.

“And have breasts and lovely hourglass hips like a model in Vogue magazine. If I were that beautiful, Jayden would be all over me and that would make all the girls jealous and all the boys drool over me, if I were-


I started out of my thoughts. .

“Yes Mr k-kenny” my chicks burned. How long had he been calling my name? I had everyone staring at me, but why were the girls staring at me with anger and wishing they could do something terrible to me. I shivered.

“Is something wrong?” I asked around me and at everyone.

“You are the last person Cynthia and I just called out your partner and it seemed you just zoned out on us for a minute. Do you mind sharing?”

I shake my head “No, am sorry sir” I stated, but why was everyone still staring at me and who got Jayden? I looked to see him still seated, head forward, even when he was serious he had a cute serious face.

“Well okay, you and Jayden Michaels are project buddies. Now that every one of you have been paid, get to work” he says and I didn’t realise my mouth had dropped open.

“Am sorry Mr Kenny, but did you just say Jayden Michaels is my project partner?”

He raises up his eyebrows,

“Yes Cynthia, is that a problem?

“Holy cow!!” I gushed, repeating “holy freaking cow!!”

I gushed again.

“Cynthia?” a stern warning and an even higher brow

“Am sorry sir but holy-freaking-mackaholy-cow” I mutter again, now I understood the shock registered on everyone’s face.

I heard murmuring, I could feel their jealous anger, and the murmuring became louder.

“Quiet down everyone, you all have been paired, so … I implore you to bring your A-Game, anything less than a C is a pass and I hate passes-” he kept talking and the murmuring and hissing and eyeing didn’t stop but you see,

I didn’t even bother to listen to their cuss, at this point I didn’t care if they called me methuselah, ugly duckling or a baboon’s balls, Nope. I was going to be Jayden project partner for a whole week, what more could I ask for.

Which meant that we would talk, like literally talk. OK majorly about the project but who cares, there would be talking at least and there would be constant hanging out together, my house or his house , boy it really didn’t matter, to erm… rub minds. I smiled

“Oh lord!!”

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I jumped and did the summersaults in my mind. I was excited because most importantly I would have the opportunity to be up close and personal with him, maybe touch his hand and run my hand through his hair. Ok that is far – reaching.

What, a girl can dream right? Bite me!!

But the mere fact that we may have to share something common, screw the fact that it’s just an assignment or project, but to me . It would be a start of something new, and I would have to be with him for a whole week?

“ahhhh, Ok now I could die. Kill me, somebody please”

“Cynthia, you just have to stop smiling stupidly” Eva says. She was the next to what’s popular in school, and her troll of wanna-be’s, which of course I didn’t care of. She eyes me, and they eye me too. What do I do? I dust their glare off my shoulders as though hate got nothing on me. I was walking on water with a crown on my head. I wouldn’t care even if I was sitting next to the big bad devil and he was pointing his nasty two-headed rake at me, I would blow him a kiss. So I did just that, blowing a kiss to her, she passed me picked up her bag and sneered at me, her troll of friends sneered at me too. Oh what a good laugh I had.

Yes, I still didn’t care, today I was walking on higher mountains, flying on eagle wings and catching a ride with Aladdin on magic carpet . I was staring at Jayden who just sat there talking to his fellas, visibly unbothered.

I still smiled, picking up my bag

“What do they say in the good book? Good things come to people who wait right? And haven’t I waited too? Maybe God was answering my prayers”

Even my mother couldn’t understand the reason for my all-too-sudden glee and burst of energy. I was goofy-smiling all over the place doing my chores, waking up earlier than normal, I even folded my cloths and made my bed getting up. Things I never do without a fight and a bucket of tantrums.

I made extra effort to tame my stubborn hair.

I stayed up most nights to read up so that I don’t come off as being exceptionally stupid and dumb when he asked me questions. I even had to wear pretty dresses and put on tiny makeup. Just because I wanted to look good for him. Was that such a bad thing?

But you see I was always a colossal fuckup. We started today, he was sitting next to me, books on the table and he was talking, I didn’t know what he was saying or if it even made sense but I would stare at him stupidly, smiling and nodding, clumsily spill drinks while drinking, and laugh nervously even when he didn’t say anything funny.

I never had an answer to his questions because I was busy thinking about how beautiful his eyes are, his hands looked too good, like one who played the musical instruments and I wondered if he ever did.

I even envisaged him asking me to be his girlfriend, I mean I was intoxicated and I was as obvious as a large toolbox in the center of a baby shower.

Exactly, what is it doing there or what’s the correlation? Same thing I should be asking myself.

I and Jayden were off, total opposites, like oil and water, we can’t mix. We were like misplaced, uncoordinated priorities and I had no business nursing such thoughts, neither did I have any business drooling all over our assignments. Like those large disgusting spittle forming a long streak running down my face and sitting majestically on my shirt. And I didn’t notice. Not until his face turned upside down in a disgusted growl did I wake up from my gushing slumber.

I had never felt so embarrassed in my life and He had to snap me out of it by shaking me. He felt disgusted, the look on his face was certain and his next words shattered me.

“Are you this dumb and literally stupid. Drooling all over the place like a three year old.

Gosh!! Look I get it, all the girls like me and want to hang with me. I am cute, brainy and my family is rich but could you be less obvious. Now see what you did to our assignment sheet.

You know what? You aren’t even smart or contributing to this, I will handle it myself. Don’t worry about it I would tell Mr Kenny you were a good sport. You are welcome. Please just leave. I really can’t stand ugly girls much less dumb ones, who can’t close their mouth and drool like a kid slopping over a lollipop. Get a grip Tina or whatever your name is, or ugly duckling which suits you just fine, here take my hanky and you can keep it.” His face turned into a frown, as he dangled his hanky in front of me, as one trying to avoid contacting a diseased person, as soon as I took the hanky and muttered an inaudible thank you, he wipes his hands to his trousers getting up, he didn’t want me to touch the door knob so he opens it for me, waiting to usher me out, and I felt as though I was being ushered out of my heavenly bliss.


Did I die?

Yes! Literally my heart stopped

I wished the ground would open up but no, I stood there transfixed in my whole mess. Just two days, two freaking days and my hopes and world shattered.

To be continued