Previously On Dirty Diana
For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about Diana, I even got to school extra early just so I could see her beautiful face.
“Hey Kojo!” Yaw waved, running over to me like a mad man.
“You’re here early.”
“Yeah, I needed to do some stuff,”
“Rachel, your girlfriend? Ring any bells?” He chuckled, hitting my shoulder lightly.
“Oh Rachel, I’m not sure where she is.”
“Then why are you looking at the entrance every ten seconds?”
“It’s the new girl, isn’t it?”
“No, I’m not looking for her.”
“Hey!” I said
. “Kojo?” what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,”
“Let me carry that for you,”
“Alright, if you really want to.”
We almost made it to the classroom, when Rachel popped up out of nowhere, stopping us in the middle of the hallway.
“I was wondering, do you want to go somewhere with me during lunch today?”
“Sorry Rachel, I already have plans today,”
“Over here sweetheart!” Rachel yelled from our lunch table.
“Be there in a minute!” I shouted back at her,
“Hey Dee, you ready?”
“Alright, what do you want to eat? I’ll pay for it,”
“Hey guys, this is Diana,” I said pointing to her,
“Hey everyone,” she greeted,
“Kojo, there’s only one more seat left at this table, so I guess Diana can’t sit here,”
“Come on girls, we don’t need to sit here anymore.”
“Wait! Jason, where are you going?”
“Sorry, I have to go,”
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked nobody in particular. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be that bad. He probably forgot to do some last minute homework or something. Turning back to Diana, I gave her a shrug, answering her unspoken question about Jason’s sudden departure.
“So shall we get back to lunch?”
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I hate her! She’s only been in school for two days, and she already has Kojo following her around like a lost puppy. Not only did he say no to me for lunch, but he made me move so he could sit next to her! What the hell?
And worst of all, he bought her lunch and gave up his seat for her? He doesn’t even buy me lunch! Or anything for that matter. So why her? Why is she so special? It’s not like she’s pretty or anything. She’s just some stupid chick.
If only we had a real relationship, maybe then he wouldn’t be around her. But no, me being me, I ended up making that stupid deal with him. But what can I say? I love him now. I’ll do anything to be with him, even if he doesn’t really like me, and if that means getting back at Diana and getting her away from him, then so be it.
“This is gonna be fun,” I whispered to myself.
Watch out, Diana, because it’s payback time.
He pulled me up, wrapping his arms around my waist. Trying not to break his arm, I looked up at him.
“What do you want Kojo?”
“I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out today?”
“Let me see,” I said tapping my finger on my chin pretending to think it over. “No,” I answered quickly before I removed his hands from my waist.
I made it down the hallway when I felt someone grab my hand. “Oh come on, please?” his annoying voice begged.
“Why?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Because if you say yes, I promise you it’ll be fun.” He smirked, looking all smug.
“Oh really?” I challenged, crossing my arms across my chest. I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for his answer.
His smirk wavered a bit before he nodded confidently.
“What about Rachel? She is your girlfriend.”
“She’s busy at the moment,” was his only reply.
I stared at him as he waited for my answer. Even though I hated to admit it, hanging out with him outside of school was the next step in my plan.
“Fine,” I sighed. “Where do you want to go?”
His face brightened up, the corners of his lips turning upwards.
“How about we go swimming?”
He nodded, taking my hand in his.
“Yeah come on, it’ll be fun.”
As we were in a taxi to the pool, I kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of my eye. His face seemed to be back to normal, I can’t believe his parents are dead
“So have you ever been to the pool here before?” he voiced,
I jumped a little from the sudden question, but composed myself quickly.
“No, I just moved here remember?”
Okay so that wasn’t true, but I really never had been to the pool before except the one in my house.
“Oh yeah, I forgot,” he said. “Have you swim before?”
I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at me.
“Yeah, lots, my brother taught me but I’m not very good.”
“Your brother?” He glanced at me for a split second
Oh crap… I wasn’t supposed to mention Kwesi! It’s already bad enough he asked about him before. Quick, say something before he becomes suspicious!
“Yeah, he goes to a different school,” I answered, trying hard to keep my voice level and normal.
“Really, how old is he?”
“Nineteen,” I told him; which was hisnreal age.
“Yeah, what about you? Got any siblings?” I asked, changing the subject from Kwesi
His whole face lighted up at the mention of it.
“Yeah, I have a little sister named Mira.”
He has a little sister? Since when? “Really? How old is she?”
So about the same age as Lily. But wait, if his parents are gone and he’s with me, who takes care of her now?
“So um, do you still take care of her?”
“Yeah I do, but at the moment she’s at my neighbor’s house.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.” I would probably feel even more bad if he left her all alone when he’s out with me.
“Yeah, and look, we’re finally here.”
We walked hand in hand down the pathway towards the pool
Upon pushing the door forward, I was welcomed by a room full of noises. There was a group of kids around the age of ten enjoying a small birthday party in the back, couples having fun swimming, and some teenagers hanging out and enjoying some food.
“Why don’t you go and change and I’ll do the same?” He suggested, pointing to his left.
“Fine,” I huffed, blowing my cheeks out.
I turned away from him, walking down a few steps to the change room. I walked past a few teenagers. In the corner of my eye I noticed a guy around my age, maybe older, looking at me. It was a little creepy since it felt like he was practically raping me with his eyes.
“Hey there cutie, what’s your name?” the guy finally spoke.
“None of your business,” I said back.
“Oh, a feisty one,” he smirked. “Come on babe, tell me your name. I don’t bite.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Now if you will excuse me,” I said, moving around him. Before I could even take a step away from the guy, he caught my wrist, stopping my movement.
“Hey look,” he practically spit the words out. “I was being nice and you better show me some respect, because nobody walks away from me like that.”
His eyes grew dark with every word he spoke, and his hold on me got rougher. His nails slowly dug into my skin, making me wince from the pain.
“Um, sorry,” I squeaked out, trying to ignore the pain he was causing me.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. What about a little kiss instead?” He smirked.
His tongue moved out, wetting his lips, before he leaned forward. I tried to move back but he held my wrist, holding me in place. I closed my eyes, praying to God that someone would save me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my waist, and I was yanked back, my body colliding with something hard.
Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Kojo, his cold eyes locked with my attacker’s.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he screeched, his eyes a blazing red.
“Just having some fun with this chick,” was his reply.
“Now back off, I saw her first,” he said smacking Kojo’ hand away.
“Well I think you should back off,” Kojo said while taking a step forward, “because she’s mine, got it?” he growled, grabbing a fistful of the guy’s shirt and pulling him forward.
“Woah there,” he said, moving his neck back a little. He cowardly put his hands up in surrender. “I don’t want any trouble. You can have her,” he said before slipping away.
Even though the guy left, Kojo was still frozen in place, his eyes clouded with anger; his jaw clenched and unclenched.
“Kojo,” I whispered, “calm down, I’m alright.” I placed my hands around his fists. We don’t need an angry Kojo, especially if he’s anything like Kwesi when he’s mad.
He glanced down at me, his eyes penetrating mine. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his hands grasping mine. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
“I’m sure,” I nodded. “Thanks for saving me from that creep, though.”
“No problem.” His lips curved upwards. “Looks like I can’t leave you alone without you getting into trouble.”
“Hey!” I poked him. “It’s not my fault that guy came up to me.”
“Whatever you say, madame.” He shook his head, laughing softly to himself. “Come on, let’s just forgot that little scene and swim
2hrs later, the swim was finally over
“Let’s go home.”
“Leaving already?” I asked, pouting. I didn’t want to leave yet, it was just getting fun!”
He looked back at me. “Sorry I can’t, I have to get home.”
“I have to get Mira.”
“Oh, your sister,” I nodded. Of course, he probably needs to pick her up or something. “Can I come?”
He did a double take before he spoke.
“Can I come to your house?” I repeated.
Truth was, I wanted to see if he would allow me over to his house. If he did, that means I meant something to him, right?
“Because I love kids,” I told him. It wasn’t the real reason why I wanted to go, but it wasn’t a lie either. I do love kids, and if Mira was as sweet as Lily then I would love her.
He stared at me in silence, probably debating in his head. Finally, he nodded.
“Alright but just letting you know, compared to your mansion, mine looks like garbage.”
“It can’t be that bad,” I said, following him out. He goes to my school, he had to have some money, even with his parents gone.
Twenty minutes later we were standing in front of his house. He was sort of right, but I wouldn’t go as far as calling his house garbage
“Kojo, this is your house?” I asked, my eyes never wavering.
The house was small, located in the poorer part of town; and when I said poor, I meant poor.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” he said, unlocking his front door.
The house itself was mostly painted white, but some of the paint was peeling off. The front steps leading up to the porch were a bit unsteady. One wrong move and you could break them. When I finally made it up the stairs, I stepped inside the house. The interior wasn’t as bad as the front of the house, which made me happy.
From the looks of it, I was in the living room. Compared to my living room, his was small. There wasn’t much, just a small couch and a little TV in the corner, with a table in front of the couch. Next to the living room was the kitchen. It was average-sized, which was good.
Between the living room and the kitchen was a long hallway. There were three doors, two on the right wall, and one on the left. I’m guessing the one on the left was the bathroom and the two on the right were Kojo and Mira’s bedrooms.
“Um, just wait here. I have to get Mira, be right back,” he said in a rush as he ran out, not even glancing at me.
After some thinking, I decided to walk over to the black couch, grabbing a seat.
Even though his place was small, it was warm, and it felt like home. Surprisingly, the place was really clean. I wondered if he cleaned it himself.
A minute later, Kojo stepped through the door with Mira in his arms. She was really cute, She was short for her age, but she looked peaceful sleeping in her brother’s arms.
“Sorry, I guess she fell asleep,” he whispered.
“Let me tuck her in and I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, not wanting to wake her up. As I waited for him to come back, I stared at the family photos on the wall. There was one with Kojo and his parents. He looked really happy in the photo, with his big toothy grin. I glanced at his parents, and for some reason they looked familiar, especially his Dad. But I was pretty sure I’d never met them; right?
“Sorry about that! Mira likes taking naps around this time, that’s why I had to get home early,” Kojo said, bringing my attention back to him. “I’m not sure why, but she never grew out of it.”
“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “So this is really your house?” I asked once again, just to make sure.
“Yeah,” he said. “To tell you the truth, you’re the first person besides Jason that ever came over.”
My eyes widened. what? “What? Really?”
“But, what about your other friends, or Rachel?”
“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “Only you and Jason.”
“Why?” I asked curiously.
He took a seat next to me. “It’s because I didn’t want anyone in our school thinking of me differently just because I’m not rich. They already viewed me differently when my parents passed, I didn’t need any more pity.”
That made sense, I guess. “Wait. I have a question.”
“How did you get into our school?” I asked. It was a top school for the rich. So how did he get in if he lived here?
“I went to the school when my parents were alive, but now I’m on a scholarship.”
Okay, wow, why didn’t I think of that? He is our star player. But everything made sense now.
“So that’s why you never threw parties at your house,” I mumbled to myself. Back then, whenever the students threw parties, it would always be at Jason’s house or Rachel’s. Never Kojo.
“What?” He asked. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Nothing!” I said quickly. “Anyways, I had fun, but I think I should get home.” I already knew he liked me enough to show me his house, so I didn’t need to stay any longer than necessary. Plus being in his house made me feel even more guilty, and I couldn’t have that.
“Wait!” He yelled, grabbing my wrist to stop me.
“Yeah?” I asked, my eyes looking down at him.
“Can you stay a little bit longer?”