The Broken Black Sparrow

CHAPTER 8: A STALKER IN THE MAKING?

** SARAH'S POV **

Like always, every time we have a sleepover, it was Angela’s loud snoring that woke me up ‘You see, she has sinusitis, so it is not by choice that she snores but by default!’ I looked over at the bedside clock ‘Seven AM… ok, good! I have plenty of time to finish my morning routine and be at school on time, provided…’ I glanced at Angela and no fire or a tornado could wake this girl up! “What a waste of water!”

I was mumbling to myself as I went about my stuff and after about 30 minutes, I was good to get dressed “Angela!” I called out for her, no response “ANGELA!!” this time around I yelled but with no luck “Time to get that bucket out!” I said loud enough for her to hear it and get her sleepy ass out of bed.

“You didn’t leave me a choice bro!” and so another bucket of water goes to waste in trying to wake my sleepyhead best friend.

“WHAT THE FU*K!!” she woke up startled “AAARRGGHH… you gotta stop waking me up with this sh*t bro… not cool sooooo not cool!!” she tossed the wet sheets aside and stomped her way to the bathroom grumbling.

“I will wait downstairs medusa!” I yelled over my shoulder to the open bathroom door as I grabbed by backpack.

“Fu*k You!!” she yelled as best as she could with her brush in her mouth.

“Morning Luce…” I plopped on the chair at the breakfast table “How is it that you are awake and finished cooking breakfast while my best friend, your daughter would sleep the whole 24hours of the day if you let her? Whatever it is that you take please make my best friend take that too, so we stop being late to school!”

She chuckled, plating the pizza omelet that she prepared “And how is it that you are such a wonderful cook, and your best friend burns the kitchen up in flames? She cannot cook even if her life depended on it… ok, maybe 1 or 2 dishes!”

Shaking her head, she started packing our lunch with food that smelt as delicious as the pizza omelet “Your mom knows how to cook, she is just too lazy to get her as* to the kitchen and cook. Trust me, she is the one who actually taught me eighty percent of the dishes that I prepare. The rest twenty percent, I learned from your gammy”.

“I will believe you when I see her cooking for me like you do for your daughter” I did not want to sound sad or jealous but seeing how Lucia takes care of her daughter leaves me feeling incomplete.

Lucia cupped my face “Your mom loves you more than anyone in this world and it would kill her if you thought that she did not love you, my little fairy” she placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“She has a weird way of showing it though!” I took a bite of the omelet and could not stop from moaning, yet again “Your food is going to embarrass me one day” I said with my mouth full of food.

“Why is that?” she knows how good her food is, which is why she is not offended with my comment.

“Coz your food has me moaning every time I put a spoonful in my mouth, I can’t imagine what my boyfriend would think when I moan in front of him like this, with a spoonful of food in my mouth,” I said, taking another bite.

“The day you have a boyfriend, you let me know coz I can’t see that happening with that attitude, that temper, and those baggy sweatshirts! Seriously, when will you start dressing in girly clothes, you have a body that most girls would die for, hell, if I was your age and had a body like that, I would be dressing up to impress and not hide it!” Angela’s footsteps got louder as she skipped down the stairs and plopped on a chair at the table.

She started digging into her food right away “Yeah, tell me about it! I have to stuff my bra with tissues and wear those damn push up bras and this girl here hides her amply blessed assets with her oversized sweatshirts” I got up from my chair and the next thing I know she is slapping my ass “and that ass… mmmm… hhhhm… mmmm”.

“I know you have an unhealthy obsession with my as* are you sure you are not a lesbian? Did you try exploring your se*ual preferences by going out with the female population?” I washed my plate in the sink and got back to the table.

“Hmmm…” she was tapping her finger on her cheek like she was thinking “You know, I would not mind trying with you, would you?” she wiggled her brows with a suggestive smile on her lips.

I rolled my eyes at her “I have not tried and I know for a fact that you are not into the female population, now, get your ass moving so we can get to school on time for a change” I swung my backpack over my shoulder and slapped her as* when she walked ahead of me.

She squealed and jumped a little “See, I knew you were into me!”

“You girls have a good day at school” Lucia called after us, while Angela kept her back to Lucia and just waved her hand in the air, I turned around and walked backward waving goodbye to Luce.

We were on time to catch the school bus but what I noticed was the black Range Rover Velar that was following us “Don’t freak out and DO NOT TURN AROUND. There is a car following us and it is a car that was at school yesterday and was driven by one of the dumb sixer club members!” I whisper yelled to Angela.

“Fu*k! They know where I live. But why?” she mumbled to herself and her pace increased “Do you think they are planning on doing something to me coz I am the wuss here?”

I wanted to laugh at her choice of word to describe herself but had to control myself “Oh, come on! I am sure it has nothing to with hurting you. Maybe one of those guys has a crush on you and is just stalking you”.

The look of horror on her face made me cuss at myself “Ok, that came out wrong. What I meant to say, is that maybe one of the guys like you and want to see where you live… ok that came out wrong too… sh*t I am not doing a good job at this! You get the point, right?”

“Ugh… no… no, I do not get the point! You live a block away and stalking you makes sense…” I cut her off with my glares.

“Did you just hear yourself bro? And it does not matter what body type you have if the guy is into you. Just coz I got curves that you dream of, does not mean this guy is attracted to me and who knows… maybe it is not a guy but one of the girls, and they are just stalking the both of us to catch us off – guard and bully us!” that seems to have put her mind at ease a bit.

“Well, whatever or whoever they are, they need to stop this, or I am going to lose my sh*t!” she started to panic but to our luck, the bus just pulled up and we both got in. Right after we got in, the car pulled away from the curb and zoomed towards school.