Chapter 12: Tell Me About It

Jevan's POV

It has been one week since Blossom's suspension and school didn't seem the same without her, at least for me.

There was just something about her that got underneath my skin and made me feel something completely different. Something I've never felt before.

After school, I drove to Blossom's house. I knocked on the door when I got there and a sad looking Blossom opened it.

"Hi. How are you?" I asked her, studying her face.

"I'm fine." She rubbed her eyes after.

"Were you asleep? Did I wake you?"

She nodded yes.

"Is your mom here?"

She nodded no. "She already left for work."

"Oh. Well I bought over your homework and assignments. I'll get out of your hair now so you can go back to getting some rest. Okay?"

"Thanks, but there's something we have to talk about. Something that I saw. In your phone."

I narrowed my eyes. "What's that?"

She handed me the iPhone I've given her. I looked down at it and saw the text message from Brooke. I heaved a sigh.

"Okay. This isn't what it looks like. This text probably got backed-up after I wiped the phone but this conversation between Brooke and me happened when we were still a couple.

She was going through something with her parents, more so her mom, and I was only giving her words of advice so she can feel better about things. She was talking about running away or even...." I paused afterwards, remembering when Brooke was secretly harming herself.

"Tell me about you two," Blossom said, "Do you still care about her? Do you still love her?"

We were sitting on a small couch in Blossom's living room.

"Let's just say that if I see Brooke is about to get hit by a car, I believe I'll let the car hit her and then I'll call 911.

In other words, I care about her but not to the extent where I'll risk my life life for hers. Those days are concluded."

"What happened between the two of you? The way Nina and Sophia described your relationship together, it sounded like you were quite the pair."

I chuckled. "Truth, we were. Brooke and I always had a crush on each other since Freshman year but we didn't get serious until we were Sophomores.

Things between us were perfect. She was sweet, caring, loving and understanding. At one point, I thought about us finishing highschool, going to the same college and me marrying her.

But something changed. She changed. Brooke suddenly became disrespectful, insecure and was always getting on my last nerves.

It became the last straw last Christmas. My mother would prepare a Christmas feast for the family. Eats and drinks that could send you into a food coma would line our dinner table. I invited Brooke over and she came with the nastiest attitude.

She was bad-mouthing my mother's cooking and she was wearing a sheer top with nipple coverings underneath only, and a mini skirt, that if you look at it, you'll see more than just a skirt.

Dinner wasn't the same, thanks to Brooke. My mother was annoyed by her behaviour and she put her in check and told her to leave.

I walked Brooke out and she called my mom a bitch to my face. I can't describe how upset that made me. I ended the relationship right there and then.

She apologised more times than I can count but for my peace of mind, I couldn't take her back. When it dawned on her that we were over, she turned into a bully and she'll bully anyone who tries to get close to me, especially the females."

"That's unhealthy. But if she loves you so much, why would she lie to the police to get you into trouble?"

"Because she wants my attention but someone else has it now." I took Blossom's palm into mine and kissed her knuckles lightly.

"I'm missing you at school."

"I'm missing you too."

A silence approached. I looked deeply into Blossom's beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at me shyly. My body inched towards hers. I cupped her face in my hand and kissed her lips gently, feeling her slight shivering in my hold. My hands then went around her tiny waist, drawing and pressing her right up to me.

I melted into a kiss some more, savouring the moment we were having. When we finally broke apart, I was out of breath.

"Do you wanna see my room?" she asked.

"Okay." I followed her upstairs and into a small bedroom. The bed sheets were plain and simple and so was everything else, but I liked it.

We sat down and I reached for a book on the table next to her bed.

"That's my favourite story. I read it every Easter," she said.

"What's it about?"

"A boy who was in love with a girl but he was so poor that girl's family didn't want her to be with him. He was made fun of and bullied. He even thought about jumping off a cliff, to his death. But when he was about to do just that, a wise woman found him and talked him out of it. She took him in, since his parents weren't alive, and she changed his life.

He became educated and rich and bought a big house to live in. And when the girl's family saw that he was rich and successful, they wanted their daughter to marry him but he refused and he got married to a poor woman who had always showed him kindness since he was as poor as her once upon a time.
And they lived happily ever after."

"Sounds very interesting."

"It is. My father gave me that book as a birthday present before he died."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. He's in a better place."

I nodded in agreement and put the book back on the table before hugging her by the shoulders.

"I want to take you out and treat you and spoil you and show you off to the world. You've agreed to be my girl and there're so much I want us to do together."

"Really?"

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That weekend, I made it all happened. My father had given me my weekend allowance and something extra since I've told him that I had a new girlfriend and I wanted to take her out and treat her.

On Saturday, at 10:30 A.M, I pulled up to Blossom's house yet again. She was already dressed and was waiting by the the door.

We drove into the city and went shopping in the most popular boutiques.

Blossom modeled the clothes she picked out to get my approval on them. She made everything look good. She could model a potato sack and I'll still be captivated by her beauty.

After we had more shopping bags than we can carry, I drove us to a restaurant to get a bite to eat.

We both ordered an Angus Burger with fries and orange juice. After that, we went to the movies. I took pictures of Blossom throughout the day and uploaded them on my social medias.

The first picture on the facebook page got over one thousand reactions and comments, mainly from everyone at school.

'You guys are cute.'

'Amazing couple.'

'The new girlfriend is super cute. I love her skin colour.'

But of course, there were a few bitter ones.

'She could never replace Brooke.'

'That African girl is no Brooke. Brooke and Jevan forever! #Bevan

I'll have some blocking to do.

Last thing on my list to do with Blossom, was to take her to a hotel, just for the experience of it. Our relationship was just beginning to blossom (great play on words) and I didn't want to force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do.

"A hotel... Are we going to.. Because I didn't know you were taking me here," she said as I pulled up to the hotel and handed the valet the keys.

"Hey, we're not here to do anything you're not ready to do. We're here just for the experience. When you told me you've never been to a hotel before, I thought this would be a great idea to just chill in one today. Okay?"

"Okay," she answered with a smile. We held hands and walked through the entrance to the reception area.

"Hi. I'll like to have the most expensive suite please," I said to the receptionist.

She laughed softly and stared at Blossom in a nasty manner.

"I'm sorry, but are you aware that the most expensive suite at this hotel is five hundred thousand dollars per night?

I'm most certain that a boy like you and a girl like her can't even afford the cheapest suite, or a motel even, so why don't you just leave?."

"Is that right?" I asked her. I took out my black card and ID and placed it on the desk, right before her eyes.

She stuttered as she saw it.

"What was that, please speak up. I couldn't hear you over the stuttering," I teased, "See, that's what happens when you look at people and judge them base off the people they're with.

You don't even know that Evan Hollen is my father and my aunt owns this hotel, but don't worry, I think my aunt will be very interested in hearing about a rude receptionist at her hotel."

"Mr. Hollen.. I'm so sorry.. Please don't get me fired.. I was only kidding. I've had a tough day... I'll have the room ready for you immediately. Here's the key."

She handed me the key with shaking fingers and a pleading face.

"Thanks." I took the keys and led Blossom to the elevator.

"Your aunt owns this hotel?"

"Yes. And about four hundred more like it," I answered. Blossom's mouth formed an 'O' from awe.

We arrived into the Diamond suite. The most expensive suite in the hotel. It was as big as a football field with luxurious designs and furnitures.

The bedroom was to die for because there was actual diamonds in the walls in the ceiling, hence the name and the price.

"This place is like out of a movie. I can't believe I'm standing in a room with diamonds over my head. But isn't your aunt afraid that people might try to steal the diamonds?"

"They're fully secured. If you as so much touches it, an automatic vault will cover them and wouldn't be uncovered until your departure.
See the sign over there?"

"These Diamonds are for viewing, not touching," we read together.

We threw ourselves into the king size bed and got engulfed by the clean silk bed sheets. The cool air from the air conditioning units blew gently on Blossom and me as we cuddle up in bed and fell into a sound sleep.