A Fight For You – Episode 4

A Fight For You
(The Black Girl)

By Hossana Isaac O.
(Hossy 🥰 High

Episode 4

Andy

I was really glad when the final bell rang, I hurried out with my bag towards my car
Then I heard Loretta calling me

Loretta: Andy, wait up

I halted and turned then smiled. She’s going to force me to a coffee shop, good thing I’m actually heading there

Me: hey
Loretta: where are you hurrying to Andy? Is someone after you?
Me: I don’t think anyone would be so jobless to go after me

Loretta: your father is the richest man in Cebu, he has a lot of enemies

Me: that’s his problem…. not mine

Loretta: whatever… Can you accompany me to the coffee shop?

I gave out a little chuckle. What’s with Loretta and coffee shops?

Me: okay
We got to the car and entered then I drove to the nearest coffee shop

We got down and entered the shop. Just as we sat down and began to place our orders, Daniel and Miguel walked in

Me: great
I said sarcastically

Loretta: what’s that for?
I didn’t answer her and I glued my eyes to my menu

They sat few tables away from us without knowing we were here

Loretta: I’m ordering something expensive, not the usual

I smirked
Me: order heaven and earth. I’ll pay

I winked at her and she laughed. Loretta’s mom and my mom are sisters. My mom got lucky by getting married to a multimillionaire. Loretta’s mom was not that lucky, her husband was just a medical assistant manager in a small hospital when they got married. After their wedding, my mom personally helped him get a business venture. So they’re a little bit rich to the average person

The waiter came and took our orders then left. Afterwards my mind went back to that black girl. It’s not my first time seeing a black person, I was raised in USA. I’ve been to Brazil too and England. Also, I’ve been to South Africa. So it’s not my first time

But, I was surprised to see her in our school. I think I’ve seen black people in Manila before, mostly business personnel but never in Cebu

That black girl today was somehow weird, too quiet for my liking.
I’m the quiet type and I love to associate with extroverts. That’s why Loretta’s like my best friend, though my actual best friend is Roberto. He is not back from South Korea yet

Loretta: earth to Andy

My attention came back
Me: huh
Loretta: what’s it that has taken your whole mind? Thinking of photography? No, photography doesn’t take your mind that far. Except if you’re thinking of taking a picture of the moon

Me: what’s that black girl’s name?

She furrowed her eye brows

Loretta: so that’s why you’ve been thinking so far. You’re thinking about the black girl

Me: nope, not that
Loretta : then what?

Me: just wondering what she’s doing in our school
Loretta : well, she relocated from USA here with her family. Her name is Unugwa

My eye brows furrowed this time
Me: Unugwa? That’s not a name for an American

Loretta : she’s not American. She’s pure African. Though she has American citizenship. She’s been there for about sixteen years

Me: how come you know so much about her?

Loretta: she’s my friend already. And she’s really kind

Me: I trust you with making friends

She chuckled and looked around then at me

Loretta: OMG, Daniel is here
Me: I know

I relaxed on the chair and caressed my camera

Loretta: I don’t think he knows we’re here
Me: and I don’t think I care if he does

Loretta shrugged and took the tray from the water. She kept mine in front of me

I looked at Daniel and got irritated. Daniel is too full of himself, acting like he owns the nation
I rolled my eyes to the cup of steaming cappuccino. I wasn’t in the mood of swallowing anything. I looked at Loretta, she had fries and milk shakes, a cup of laté, and cappuccino

Me: you’re going to feel really heavy when you take all that

Loretta : it’s fun

I sighed and closed my eyes, I feel a little headache. All I need now is a warm long bath

Daniel

Miguel: look behind you

Me: what?
Miguel: it’s Andy and Loretta, that girl in class

Me: then I’m not looking

I sipped my black coffee and dropped the cup. My mind went back to what my dad told me, I should make friends with the black girl.

I don’t like making friends, I love being on my own. People irritate me and I get angered easily. There’s no way I’m going to stoop so low by going to a girl all in the name of friendship

Miguel: so why did you leave the house just as you arrived. I’m sure you just changed clothes, no shower

Me: because the house was too hot
Miguel: dude, you have air conditioning

Me: yes
Miguel: but I thought you liked heat compared to cold

I sighed. This idiot is getting on my nerves

I stood up and walked away, he didn’t say anything but I know his eyes followed me out

I got outside and heaved a sigh, where should I go now? I didn’t want to return home neither did I want to go to the gym
Nevertheless, I entered my car and zoomed off

Unugwa

I was dressed in a light blue floral dress with a pair of white flat shoes. My phone was in my hand as I climbed down the stairs gently

Chubi was coming with Mr Whyte

Chubi : sister, do you know where mom kept my green sandals?
Me: probably in your glass shoe box

Chubi : I don’t think so

He bit his lower lip and looked into space like he was thinking. I chuckled

Me: you should just check
Chubi : you look like you’re going out

Me: nope, just heading to the pool. I wanna check it out

Chubi: it’s massive

He ran past me, up the stairs. I shook my head and continued climbing down. Just as I finished, Anibe came out

Anibe: there’s my little sister. Come with me

He held my wrist
Me: to where

Anibe: just come
I jerked my hand off from him
He carried me up on his shoulder and began to walk outside

Me: hey Anibe put me down
I struggled to come down but I couldn’t, his grip was too strong

Finally, I found myself in his car. How I got here so fast, I don’t know

Anibe: sit well
He slammed the door then quickly got in through the other side

Me: this is kidnapping
Anibe : we’re going to see Demi
Me: you should have just asked

Anibe: well, I felt like doing that
He started the car and drove off

I began to arrange my hair

Anibe : so tell me, when are you going to give out your virginity?

I sighed
Me: I don’t know…. Marriage I guess

He laughed
Anibe : are you sure about that?

Me: why are you even asking?

I wasn’t surprised though, Anibe and I talk a lot. Most of the things I know, mom didn’t tell me. Anibe did.
Then when he was a serious student, he read a lot and tought me about the body system of a girl

Anibe : babe, you’re eighteen already. You’re not a kid anymore

Me: what are you trying to say?
Anibe : I’m just saying you should know what you want already

I looked out the window. My friends in the USA, none of them were virgins. They all slept with guys who were their boyfriends. Though they break up, but they get new ones

I wanted to stand out from them. I wanted to be different. I never really had a boyfriend, I just had someone I was tripping over. I also had dates, like prom date, carnival date, a date to the fun fair, etc.

Sometimes I kiss them on the cheek, but never on the lips.

Anibe : does dad still get you checked?

Me: no, he stopped when I was sixteen

My dad always brought a medical professional to check me up. To make sure my virginity was intact and that I had no disease or virus.
His mother died early because of cancer which was with her from childhood, he said he’s not gonna let that happen to me.

Anibe : you know what babe?
I looked at him

Anibe : keep your virginity
Me: may I ask why?

Anibe : apart from the Biblical truth about fornication, keeping your virginity is a great virtue. It’s hard to see virgins these days and the few ones have a lot of advantages. It keeps you from fear of unwanted pregnancy, diseases and even heart break

I smiled. Anibe finally shows that he has a brain. This happens once in a blue moon

Me: thanks bro
Anibe : so please, don’t give in to any stupid boy out there. Most of them are just like me, we eat and go

I chuckled
Me: most of those girls are restaurants. Letting everyone in, eat, pay, leave

He chuckled and parked the car.
Anibe: we’re here. Please make sure you tell her nice things about me. Please don’t tell her that I don’t know how to use a knife

I chuckled and got out gently.

Yes, he doesn’t know how to use a knife to cut anything. In fact, he doesn’t know how to slice bread

We got out of the car and he held my hand as we walked towards the door. I looked to my left and saw that guy from my class, Daniel. He saw me, I thought he would look away but he didn’t. I just gently looked to my front as the door opened

I looked back again and my eyes met with his again.
Oh sh00t!

I followed Anibe in then the door closed

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To be continued
Written by Hossy