"You alright?" BraD asked me as we headed for lunch that afternoon.
Thinking of what happened this morning was... disturbing. I thought I was the I normal Adia Beckett in the school of St. Mary's. That people won't remember what of my past. Nothing. Blank. Crystal clear. It was fine when I came back. Resuming what I was suppose to do like every other teenage girls in the conutry. Study for tests and exams, trynna fix things between something, experiencing drama and what not, trynna able to resist peer pressure, having awesome friends. family? I'd rather not say.. And most of all.
A perfect boyfriend.
I kept repeating this question in my head: why would I trade all of that, with just one particular thing, that'll ruin my life, forever. Answer to this?
A big, fat, hairy: No.
I kept those negative thoughts away and injected myself with a dose of reality.
"Babe?" BraD asked me again. Oh right.
"I'm fine." I pecked him on the cheek and held his hand.
"Okay." He held my hand back.
"I'm gonna make tomorrow the best formal and night you'll ever remember." BraD said and kissed my hand.
"Why so?" I giggled.
"Surprise." He grinned.
"It better be a good one." I teased.
"Oh of course it will. I know what's best for my Adia." He said. Implying the my after my name.
And then nothing else mattered, of course.
Because I'm BraD's, and he's mine. Nothing can tear us apart.