CHAPTER 9
On Monday morning, Sara walked up the outside steps and over to where Chenille, Derek, Diggy, and Snookie were standing. She greeted Derek first, with a heart-felt kiss as the other watched them with a smile. Once they were finished, Sara greeted Diggy and Chenille with their "handshake" and simply said "hi" to Snookie.
"Girl, that ring's some nice! Did Derek give that to ya'?" Diggy asked, taking a sip of her Coca Cola with a straw. She removed her headphones from her ears and waited for a reply
"Yeah, actually. . ." Sara started, then smiled, "It's actually an engagement ring. . ." Diggy's eyes widened and after a while of just standing there in astonishment, she smiled and laughed,
"Damn, girl! Why don't you tell me these things?!" She yelled, before leaning in for a hug.
"Ain't you gonna' congratulate them Snookie?" Diggy asked, playfully pushing him. Snookie walked over to where Derek was standing,
"Man, you got problems, man. . ." he commented, with a stern look on his face. All of a sudden the frown was replaced with a large smile, "You gotta tell me when you do somethin' like that, man!" Just then the morning bell rang and the group split up and went to their classes.
At lunchtime, Sara grabbed her plate and walked over to Chenille's table where Diggy, Portia, and Trenyce were sitting, eating there lunch. Sara noticed Chenille seemed distracted, and then realized she was reading what appeared to be some kind of text book.
"What's that?" She asked, taking a bite out of her chicken-salad sandwich. Chenille continued reading before she realized that the question was directed at her, and she lifted her head for a moment,
"Jus' this history book," she replied, again putting her head down to skim through it, "we got a test right after lunch. . .Couldn't study at all last night; Christopher cryin' and cryin'. . ." Sara replied by a simple nod, and continued eating her lunch when she saw Derek approach the table.
"Hey," She greeted him, which was followed by their usual greeting-kiss.
"Hey baby. . ." he started, "Hey, do you got a minute?" He added, again with that sly grin he had on his face
"Umm, yeah sure. . ." She replied, grabbing her jacket, plate and hat. She walked over to the trash can and dumped her garbage in it, and then Derek grabbed her hand and led her out the door. While they were walking down the halls, they passed Nikki. Sara could feel an almost smile form across her face as she watched Nikki's face as she realized that they were engaged.
"Where are we going?" Sara asked, once they had exited the school and were walking down the street
"Well, I called this dude about like wedding cakes and shit. . ." he started, looking Sara in the eye, "And this was the only time that we could meet today so I said yeah. . .Jus' to look at the cakes and you know. . . that stuff. . ." Sara's smile was now greater than she could ever have imagined
"Derek, that's awesome!" She replied, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips onto hers. Once they were finished, Derek laughed and pointed down the road,
"It's jus' down there,"
The building seemed so different from all the others in the neighborhood, this one appeared to be brand-new and there wasn't any graffiti on it. Although it wasn't very big, when Sara walked in she could feel a sudden warmth wrapped around her and was greeted instantly by a woman named Camille
"Welcome," she started. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips were colored with dark red lipstick, "How can I help you today?"
"Uh, we have a reservation I think," Derek replied, looking around her shoulder at the clip board
"Alright, and your names?"
"Derek Reynolds and Sara Johnson," he replied, the woman's eyes slowly moving down the page until she came across their names and with her pen, crossed them off. She looked up and smiled,
"Alright then, come along this way," she led them to another, smaller room with model cakes and napkins, flowers and plastic bride and grooms surrounding it. She put her clip board down on a leather chair and continued walking over to a large, white cake with what seemed to be five layers on it.
"Is this something like you're looking for?" She asked, pointing to the cake that was placed in front of them. Sara and Derek looked at each other, and then back at the cake. Although it looked very nice, they both found it to be a little plain. They were then directed to a book of cakes, where they picked a perfect one. Once the cake was chosen, Derek glanced at his watch and saw that it was 12:57. . .The afternoon bell rang at 1:05.
"We better go," he whispered to Sara, showing her the time. Sara nodded and told the woman
"Oh, what a shame. . .Will you be back?"
"Yeah, can we make a reservation now?" Derek asked
"Sure, and what time would you like to come back to us?" She asked with a more-than-happy smile. Derek and Sara briefly discussed it and came to the conclusion that it was best to come back in a week's time, since school was getting more intense with exams coming up and such, they should have a week for studying. Sara and Derek walked back to school with smiles on their faces. . .They were actually going to be Mr. and Mrs. Johnson one day not too far away.
On Monday morning, Sara walked up the outside steps and over to where Chenille, Derek, Diggy, and Snookie were standing. She greeted Derek first, with a heart-felt kiss as the other watched them with a smile. Once they were finished, Sara greeted Diggy and Chenille with their "handshake" and simply said "hi" to Snookie.
"Girl, that ring's some nice! Did Derek give that to ya'?" Diggy asked, taking a sip of her Coca Cola with a straw. She removed her headphones from her ears and waited for a reply
"Yeah, actually. . ." Sara started, then smiled, "It's actually an engagement ring. . ." Diggy's eyes widened and after a while of just standing there in astonishment, she smiled and laughed,
"Damn, girl! Why don't you tell me these things?!" She yelled, before leaning in for a hug.
"Ain't you gonna' congratulate them Snookie?" Diggy asked, playfully pushing him. Snookie walked over to where Derek was standing,
"Man, you got problems, man. . ." he commented, with a stern look on his face. All of a sudden the frown was replaced with a large smile, "You gotta tell me when you do somethin' like that, man!" Just then the morning bell rang and the group split up and went to their classes.
At lunchtime, Sara grabbed her plate and walked over to Chenille's table where Diggy, Portia, and Trenyce were sitting, eating there lunch. Sara noticed Chenille seemed distracted, and then realized she was reading what appeared to be some kind of text book.
"What's that?" She asked, taking a bite out of her chicken-salad sandwich. Chenille continued reading before she realized that the question was directed at her, and she lifted her head for a moment,
"Jus' this history book," she replied, again putting her head down to skim through it, "we got a test right after lunch. . .Couldn't study at all last night; Christopher cryin' and cryin'. . ." Sara replied by a simple nod, and continued eating her lunch when she saw Derek approach the table.
"Hey," She greeted him, which was followed by their usual greeting-kiss.
"Hey baby. . ." he started, "Hey, do you got a minute?" He added, again with that sly grin he had on his face
"Umm, yeah sure. . ." She replied, grabbing her jacket, plate and hat. She walked over to the trash can and dumped her garbage in it, and then Derek grabbed her hand and led her out the door. While they were walking down the halls, they passed Nikki. Sara could feel an almost smile form across her face as she watched Nikki's face as she realized that they were engaged.
"Where are we going?" Sara asked, once they had exited the school and were walking down the street
"Well, I called this dude about like wedding cakes and shit. . ." he started, looking Sara in the eye, "And this was the only time that we could meet today so I said yeah. . .Jus' to look at the cakes and you know. . . that stuff. . ." Sara's smile was now greater than she could ever have imagined
"Derek, that's awesome!" She replied, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips onto hers. Once they were finished, Derek laughed and pointed down the road,
"It's jus' down there,"
The building seemed so different from all the others in the neighborhood, this one appeared to be brand-new and there wasn't any graffiti on it. Although it wasn't very big, when Sara walked in she could feel a sudden warmth wrapped around her and was greeted instantly by a woman named Camille
"Welcome," she started. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips were colored with dark red lipstick, "How can I help you today?"
"Uh, we have a reservation I think," Derek replied, looking around her shoulder at the clip board
"Alright, and your names?"
"Derek Reynolds and Sara Johnson," he replied, the woman's eyes slowly moving down the page until she came across their names and with her pen, crossed them off. She looked up and smiled,
"Alright then, come along this way," she led them to another, smaller room with model cakes and napkins, flowers and plastic bride and grooms surrounding it. She put her clip board down on a leather chair and continued walking over to a large, white cake with what seemed to be five layers on it.
"Is this something like you're looking for?" She asked, pointing to the cake that was placed in front of them. Sara and Derek looked at each other, and then back at the cake. Although it looked very nice, they both found it to be a little plain. They were then directed to a book of cakes, where they picked a perfect one. Once the cake was chosen, Derek glanced at his watch and saw that it was 12:57. . .The afternoon bell rang at 1:05.
"We better go," he whispered to Sara, showing her the time. Sara nodded and told the woman
"Oh, what a shame. . .Will you be back?"
"Yeah, can we make a reservation now?" Derek asked
"Sure, and what time would you like to come back to us?" She asked with a more-than-happy smile. Derek and Sara briefly discussed it and came to the conclusion that it was best to come back in a week's time, since school was getting more intense with exams coming up and such, they should have a week for studying. Sara and Derek walked back to school with smiles on their faces. . .They were actually going to be Mr. and Mrs. Johnson one day not too far away.