Dirty Diana Season 3 Episode 14

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Previously On Dirty Diana

Rachel’s POV~

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 he 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.

“So that’s why you never threw parties at your house,” I mumbled to myself.

“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?”

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S03E14

Diana’s POV~

When I didn’t say anything for a few seconds, he spoke again. “At least stay for dinner.”

“I-I’m not sure…”

“Please?” he asked

Letting out a sigh, I nodded. “Fine.” I couldn’t say no when he looked at me like that!, Kwesi was right. I am a pushover.

“But just let me call my mom first.”

His lips curved upwards, forming a smile. “Of course.”

I was about to walk away when I realized I couldn’t. I looked down, and saw Kojo still holding my hand.

“Um… Kojo.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you let go of my wrist now?” I asked, my eyes glancing down at our hands, his eyes bulged out and he released my hand quickly. He looked away from me, mumbling something under his breath. Mmh… I wonder what he said.

Forgetting that little scene, I took out my cell phone from my back pocket. I dialed my mom’s cell phone number and brought the phone to my ear. On the third ring she picked up.

“Hey honey, where are you?”

“Just at a friend’s house. They want me to stay for dinner. Can I?”

“Sure, but I don’t want you out too late; and have your friend drive you home. I don’t want you walking home at night, okay?” for some strange reason my mom never liked me walking home alone even if it was light out.

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Okay mom. Love you.”

“Good. Love you too, sweetheart,” she said before ending the call. Pressing the ‘end’ button on my phone, I pocketed it and turned around. I was shocked to see Kojo standing right behind me. I squeaked, taking a step backwards. “Um, she said yes.”

He chuckled. “I heard.”

“So um… what’s for dinner?” I asked, changing the subject. That was so embarrassing, I can’t believe I squeaked like that.

“Whatever you like,” he said. “I can make you anything.”

“Really now?” I arched a brow at him. “Anything?”

He smiled, nodding. “Anything.”

I gave it some thought, but I couldn’t really think of anything specific. “Ah, I don’t really care.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Why don’t you pick?”

“Okay,” he said. moving his head slightly. “Why don’t you wait in the living room, while I cook?”

“No, it’s fine, I’d rather watch you cook,” I said, following him towards the kitchen. “I’m sure it’ll be a fun experience.”

“Fun?” he asked. “I wouldn’t say watching me cook is ‘fun’,” he said, putting air quotes around the word fun.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because watching me make a fool out of myself isn’t really fun.”

My smile widened as I leaned forward. “Well then, that’s more reason to watch, right?”

“Wow, hurtful.” He frowned, wiping away an imaginary tear. “I never knew you were such a meanie.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I mumbled under my breath. My eyes moved away from him, landing on the counter top.

“What was that?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Nothing!” I clapped my hands together, heading back over to Kojo. “So, what are you making tonight?”

“My homemade spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Really?” My eyes widened and my smile grew. “I love spaghetti and meatballs! Especially since I haven’t had any in a while.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I went on a diet for a while, so I cut down on eating anything fattening or bad for me.”
He didn’t answer me; he just grabbed the ingredients he needed from the fridge, balancing them in his hands. I was about to help him when he shook his head, telling me he was fine. Once he had all the ingredients on the table, he looked at me.

“Why?” he probed. “You’re already skinny enough. You don’t need to lose weight.”

I’m not sure why, but all of sudden I burst out laughing. Maybe it was the fact that he said I didn’t need to lose weight when in fact eight months ago he was saying the exact opposite.

“Um… did I say something funny?” Kojo asked me after I finally got my breathing under control.

“Nope! I was just thinking about something funny,” I told him. “So um do you think I can help you cook?”

He gave me a weird look before his face turned surprised. “You want to help?”

I nodded. “Yeah! I always wanted to try cooking but my parents don’t want me near the stove.”

“How come?”

“Something about keeping me away from fire.”

“Strange,” he whispered, “well you can help with the salad and the bread, and I can cook the main dish.”

“Okay!” I cheered happily. “Sounds good to me.” Evening though I wasn’t making the main dish, I was still excited to help out.

As Kojo went to work with cooking the spaghetti, I looked around the kitchen in confusion. Now if I was a salad bowl, where would I be?

After some searching around, I still couldn’t find it. I sighed in defeat. “Um, Kojo where is the salad bowl?”

He chuckled softly to himself before replying. “On top of the cabinets.”

I glanced up and there it was; the salad bowl. Wow, how could I miss that?

Walking over to the cabinets again, I stood up on my tip-toes. I reached for it, but with my small height, I still couldn’t grasp it.

Suddenly, I felt the presence from another person from behind. Looking around, I saw Kojo reaching for the salad bowl.

“Show off,” I mumbled under my breath when he got it.

“Nah, I’m just tall.” He chuckled lightly, handing me the bowl. He headed back over to the stove to stir the spaghetti.

Making my way back towards the countertop, I sat the bowl down. Since he already got out all the ingredients to make the salad, I started cutting up the spinach and leafy lettuce. After filling up half of the bowl with the spinach and lettuce, I started throwing in small tomatoes, celery, red onions, cucumbers, carrots, and my all-time favorite- croutons that he had already pre-made!

Once all the ingredients were in the bowl, I asked him for a spoon to use to toss the salad.

“Hold on, let me get it.”

Searching through the drawers, he pulled out a spoon, giving it to me with a smile.

“Thanks!” I took it, going back to my salad.

After mixing the salad around for a bit, I grabbed the Caesar-style dressing, pouring a generous amount in it

“Hey Kojo, I finished the salad; how do I make the bread?” I called over my shoulder.

“Just cut up the roll into six pieces and spread butter on it, and I’ll do the rest.”

“Got it!”

Looking around the kitchen, I spotted the bread located in the pantry. Pulling it out of the wrapping paper, I brought it back over the the cutting board. Taking the knife, I sliced the bread into six equal pieces, putting the leftovers back inside the paper bag. I headed over to the fridge, grabbed the low fat butter, and put a small amount on each slice of bread with a butter knife, spreading it on evenly.

When everything was complete, I looked down, smiling proudly at my salad and bread. Maybe next time I should ask Mr. Baker if I can cook my own breakfast or something. Hopefully my mom will allow me near the stove.

“Kojo, I’m done,” I said, heading over to him. “What do I do now?”

He turned the heat down on the stove, putting the lid on top. “It’s okay Diana, I’ll take it from here.”

“Really?” I asked. “What about the mess I made?” I asked pointing at the counter. Maybe I should put all the ingredients back in their rightful places.

“It’s okay, I’ll clean it up.” He smiled, placing his hands on my shoulder. “Just wash your hands and hang out in the living room until I’m done.”

“You sure?” I mean, I made the mess. I should at least clean it up, right?

“I’m sure Dee. Just go.” He give me a slight push, nodding his head.

“But-”

“No buts, Diana,” he cut me off. “Really, it’s fine.”

I sighed. I guess he wasn’t going to give up. “Fine, I’ll go.

I took a few steps towards the sink and washed my hands. After drying them, I made my way over to the living room, then grabbed a seat on the couch and took my phone out. While checking my messages, I found a missed text from Diva

Why aren’t you home yet?

Ah, typical Diva,. Worrying about me. I smiled, texting her back.

What! You’re at Kojo’ house?

Don’t freak out! After swimming I went back to his house and he’s making dinner.

He’s making dinner! Wow, now I would pay to see that.

Want some pictures?

Of course!

Alright hold on.

Turning the camera on, I turned my body around, aiming my phone at Kojo. I zoomed in a little better and quickly took the picture when he was tasting his sauce.

Saving it, I forwarded the picture to DIVa. For the next thirty minutes I kept myself busy, texting Diva

“Diana, can you please wake Mira up?” I heard his voice.

“Um, sure.”

I told Diva I have to go, before getting up from the couch. Walking down the long hallway between the living room and the kitchen, I made my way over to her bedroom. Mira’s room was pretty easy to tell from Kojo, because on her door she had a little sign hanging on it saying, “Meg’s Room” with cute animal drawings on it.

Grabbing the doorknob, I opened the door slowing, peaking in. First thing I noticed was that she really loved the color pink. Her walls were pink, the curtains on the window were pink, even her bed was covered in pink.

Mira was still sleeping quietly, hugging the only thing that wasn’t pink in her room. It was a cute stuffed bear with a blue bow on it. I glanced down at her angelic face; I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. But if I didn’t do it, no dinner for her, and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want that.

Quietly walking over to her bed, I knelt down next to her. I placed my hands on her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake. She stirred a little, but didn’t wake up.

“Mira, it’s dinner time,” I told her.

Hearing my words, her eyes snapped open. Seeing her awake for the first time, I noticed how bright her blue eyes were. Even more so than her brother’s, and that was saying something.
She sat up, letting out a soft yawn. “Who are you?” she asked, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

“I’m Diana, but you can call me Dee.”
She nodded. “Are you Tommy’s friend?”

“Kind of.” I shrugged. “But anyways we need to get to the kitchen. It’s dinner time.”

“Yay!” She cheered. ” Kojo makes the best food ever! Trust me, you will love it.” She pulled the covers back, jumping out of her bed excitedly. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

When she saw Kojo, she let go of my hand and ran over towards him, jumping into his arms. She wrapped her own arms around him, giving him a quick hug.

“Hey there kiddo,” Kojo happily smiled down. “How was your nap?”

“Wonderful.” She smiled. “What’s for dinner?”

“Spaghetti with meatballs, your favorite.”

“Yes!” she shouted, pumping her fists in the air. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Kojo said with a grin.

Carrying her over to the dinner table, he sat her down on her feet, then pulled out her chair for her. Kojo picked her up again and sat her down in the chair, giving it a light push. His attention then turned back toward me.

“Sit here,” he said, pulling out the chair next to Mira

Nodding, I walked over to where Kojo and Mira were, taking a seat in between them.

As I looked down at the table, my mouth started drooling with hunger. I could literary smell the fresh sauce of tomato poured over the steamy hot bowl of spaghetti. Oh and let’s not forget about the meatballs. Those meat-shaped balls of awesomeness! Suddenly, I smelled a whiff of butter and my eyes drifted over to the bread. Wow, who knew adding low-fat butter to bread could make my tastebuds water so much?

“Time to eat!” Mira exclaimed, bringing me back to reality. She grabbed her fork and brought a huge forkful of spaghetti over to her plate, then twisted it around her fork and brought it up to her mouth, chewing slowly. She was about to eat more when she noticed Kojo and I staring at her with smiles on our faces.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Kojo chuckled. “Continue eating, Mira ” He brought his fork over to the plate of spaghetti and meatballs, scooping some of it onto my plate.

“Thanks,” I said.

Kojo smiled back. “No problem. Let’s eat now.”

***

After we finished eating dinner, I helped Kojo with the dishes. I mean, it was the least I could do after he made me dinner; which was to die for. Kojo Reed really was an awesome chef.

“Well, I guess I should head home now.”

“Okay, want me to drive you home?” he asked, putting a few plates away.

“Yeah, if that’s not a problem.”

He faced me. “It’s not, but Mira must come with us. I can’t leave her alone.”

I nodded. Of course he couldn’t leave Mira alone! She was only eight, and I doubt she wanted to stay home alone anyway.

Mira!” Kojo’ voice echoed through the house. “Grab your coat, we need to drive Diana home.”

A few seconds later I heard footsteps hitting the floor. “I’m coming!” she called out.

After MIra was ready and in the backseat all buckled in, Kojo drove me home. When he finally reached my house, he parked the car near the gate, then ran over to my side of the car, opening the door for me. He took my hand as he walked me to over to the gate.

“So, I guess this is goodnight?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I had a really nice time though.”

He smiled happily at my answer. “I’m glad you had fun,” he said. “Night.”

“Night.” I waved goodbye, before the gatekeeper opened the gate for me. While stepping through, I heard  Mira whispering, “Goodbye Dee.”

Megan’s POV~

I watched as Kojo got back inside his car, his eyes never leaving Diana even though she had already went inside. From what I could see from the back seat, my brother still had that goofy smile on his face.

“Hey Kojo!” When he didn’t reply, I kicked his chair, calling his name again. He turned around, looking at me, confused. “Is she your girlfriend?” I asked.

Even though it was getting dark out, I could still tell my brother was blushing. He kept blabbering on and on about something, trying to form a complete sentence but failed miserably.

“I see,” I said, giggling quite happily. “I like her! She’s nice.”

He sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, she is.” I heard him whisper at last.

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