I'm actually excited to go to school on Monday.
Today is Sunday, so I only have one more day to wait.
I wake up Sunday morning to the smell of waffles. Dallas is watching us today. Mom is over grandma's and Dad is working.
"More syrup! More syrup!" Madison the brat screams at Dallas.
"Okay, CHILL!" Dallas yells back at her.
"Morning Demi." Dallas says to me.
I nod.
"You hungry?"
I shake my head.
It's not a lie.
I'm not hungry. I feel yucky today. Like I drank a gallon of water and it refuses to digest.
"Demi, you okay? You look a little pale."
"….i feel funny."
"What do you mean?"
"My…stomach has these sharp pains…and my tummy feels all….watered down."
"You gotta poop?"
I shrug.
"Why don't you go to the bathroom? If you blow chunks, I don't wanna clean it."
I nod once and go to the downstairs bathroom.
I really have to pee.
I pull down my panties and sit on the toilet.
I hold my stomach. I feel so gross.
I wipe myself and pull my pants back up.
I get up and turn towards the toilet to flush it, when pink water catches my eye.
The water is pink.
I pull my panties open and look down.
My pink panties are a brilliant red.
I want to scream, but I don't talk in anything above a whisper anymore.
I walk awkwardly, with my legs spread apart to the kitchen.
I stand there with my legs apart, my underwear sticky.
Dallas is washing dishes.
"…Dall." I call her name.
She turns around.
"What, Dem?"
"I'm having a problem?"
"what is it, Demi? I'm a little bit busy."
"Um…"
Dallas turns her attention completely to me.
"What's the matter Demi?"
"….I'm…I….I need a band-aid."
"Demi, this isn't funny." She says sternly.
She grabs my wrist and looks at it.
It's smooth.
"Not there, Dallas…"
I don't know how to tell her about this. It's already embarrassing as it is.
"What are you talking about, Demi?"
"….Do you have….t….tampons? or pads?"
Dallas is quiet.
"OH MY GOSH! MY BABY!" she exclaims.
She hugs me tight and nearly jumps up my back.
"Dallas, I feel gross."
"oooh. Yeah. Sorry. Um….i have don't have pads. But I'll tell mom to buy some. Go…go hop in the shower. OH MY GOSH. Really? Let me see!"
I look at her like she has lobsters crawling out her ears.
"I just wanna see, Demi! I wanna make sure you're right!"
"Dallas, it's blood. How can I not be right?" I walk awkwardly back to the bathroom and strip myself.
Dallas follows me to the bathroom.
She takes my soiled underwear (sorry to be gross) and puts them in a plastic Walmart bag, then throws them in the trash.
I step into the shower and wash myself.
Dallas stays in the bathroom with me as she calls my mom. She puts my mom on speaker phone.
"Mom? Mommy, before you come home, you gotta stop at the drugstore."
"Why now, Dallas?"
"You gotta buy a pack of pads."
"You use tampons, Dallas stop being dumb."
"They're not for me, mom!"
"….NO."
"YES! This morning!"
"NO!...AND I WASN'T THERE TO SEE IT?!"
"I KNOW!"
"LET ME TALK TO HER!"
"SHE'S IN THE SHOWER!"
"MY BABY!"
Dallas laughs.
"Dallas, you don't have ANY pads for her?"
"No, I don't have any."
"Alright. I'll be home in ten minutes. Tell her I said don't do anything until I get there. I'll bring her some midol."
"Alright, bye."
I can hardly believe it myself.
I GOT MY PERIOD.
I stand in the shower and wash myself thoroughly. I silently thank god. Thank him so much.
Last night, I had my whole outfit picked out for school.
I was going to wear a cute pair of jeans with a nice dressy shirt.
This morning, I woke up with the joy of period cramps.
My outfit was scratched.
So instead, I put on a pair of dark green Abercrombie & Fitch straight-leg sweatpants, a white undershirt, and a dark green Hollister t-shirt that has the Hollister bird on it in white.
I complete my outfit with my brand new pair of white tenner shoes, and I tie my hair up in a curly ponytail.
Dallas drives me to school.
I am excited.
Selena is not in school today. I don't care.
First period is Algebra.
I sit in my usual seat in the back of the room. We have a substitute teacher today for Algebra, which means we're just gonna do busywork.
Just before the bell rings, Jordan walks in the classroom.
I smile when I see him, and he smiles back at me.
He doesn't take his seat in the front of the room.
He sits in the empty seat next to me in the back of the room.
"Goodmorning, Demi. You look nice today." He compliments me.
"I'm wearing…sweatpants." I remind him.
"I know."
I scratch my head.
"You look nice too." I say back to him.
He actually does look nice.
He is wearing dark blue baggy skinny jeans, clean white shoes, and a purple and white plaid shirt. His shaggy hair is combed neatly to the side and not spiked today. His facial hair is also groomed nicely into a neat chin-strap. The only flaw his face has is the little dots of acne, but that doesn't bother me at all. It actually makes him look sexier. His caramel-colored skin compliments his pretty green eyes.
The sub passes out a worksheet of perpendicular, parallel and intersecting lines. All we have to do is identify the lines and turn it in. Easy day.
Jordan and I finish around the same time.
"You want me to turn yours in?" he asks.
"Please.."
He grabs my paper and turns it in with his.
He sits back down beside me and turns his chair to face me.
"You have an open seat at your lunch table today?"
"Yeah. I always do."
"Mind if I sit by you?"
"Of course not."
We are both quiet.
I like that Jordan doesn't feel the need to talk every second. It makes me feel better about being silent.
"I like your hair pulled back." He says to me.
I smile.
"Why?"
"…Don't laugh?"
"I wont."
"Because every time I see you, you have it down. And it hides your face. I like seeing your face."
I feel myself blush.
"How come I've never noticed you in class before?" I ask him. I'm asking myself too.
"It's a pretty big class. You've gotta be looking to notice me."
"So you were looking to notice me?"
"….guilty." he blushes now.
"I'm not that interesting…"
"You don't think so. But I first noticed you in gym class. When those little bitches beamed you in the face with the ball. I was just wondering why you didn't tell them to back off. You fascinate me."
I smile again.
"So you don't care that I'm….basically a mute?"
"I don't care as long as you talk to me. I like your voice."
"and you like sweatpants." I say to add some comedy.
"Well…you're always wearing jeans. Sweatpants are a nice change for you."
"You notice everything."
"Just everything about you."
"I was actually gonna wear jeans today…" I chuckle.
"So why didn't you?"
"….I just wasn't feeling like jeans this morning."
"…is it the woman thing?"
"….how'd you guess?"
"I live with three sisters, plus my mom. I know a thing or two about women issues."
I laugh hysterically.
"I like your laugh. I really do."
The bell rings, and Jordan grabs my books.
"I'll take these to your locker for you."
"Thanks Jordan."
"Don't mention it, D."
"…My mom calls me that sometimes."
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I don't mind it."
He puts my books in my locker and walks with me to biology.
Again, he sits beside me in this class too.
"Jordan?"
"Demi?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Are you gay?"
"….Are you serious?"
"Yes…"
"No, Demi. I swear I like vagina."
I laugh.
"Why are you asking?"
"Because…if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're flirting with me."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Boys don't like me…"
"…Well I do."
I bite my lip, but not hard.
"….Are you a lesbian?"
"Oh god, no."
"Just making sure."
"….You like me?"
"Very much so." He admits.
I blush. I blush hard.
"But I don't want to date you just yet. I won't ask you out. I won't pressure you. You gotta know if I'm really what you want. I wanna know you more." He looks away from me.
"…I like you too." I admit to him.
"We'll just call it a crush."
"Crush it is."
"But this…crush doesn't mean you can go flirt with other boys, okay?"
"That goes both ways."
"I won't flirt with other girls."
"How will girls know not to flirt with you, though?" I ask kind of worriedly.
Jordan is quiet for a little while, thinking.
He takes off his bracelet and puts it softly on my wrist.
His bracelet is black, and it says "I LOVE BOOBIES" on it in white writing. It's for breast cancer.
It looks out of place on my wrist, but I like it.
"Now gimme yours." He says with a smile. His smile is perfect, even through his braces.
"It's pink and sparkly, Jordan…"
"I don't mind looking like a faggot-ass fool for you, Demi." He says.
He puts my pink sparkly bracelet on his wrist.
"Now everyone will know that you aren't taken, but you're not available either." I say with a little smile, referring to my bracelet on his wrist.
"And boys will know not to even think about you." He says to me.
I smile brightly.
This….feels…
GOOD.
