Kelechi’s pov.
Step one of my plan has been achieved. It was easy to convince Denise to be my partner. Too easy. You would think she wanted to work with me. Now I just have to make her warm up to me again. That will be the difficult part. This Denise is as stubborn as a rock.
The doorbell rings which means Denise is here. I quickly look at the mirror and run my hand through my hair to give it that messy look before running to get the door. Operation become Denise's friend again is a go.
When I open the door, Denise is too busy looking for something in her bag to notice me. Not to mention she has her headphones on. I tap her gently and she jumps before glaring at me. I move aside to let her in before shutting the door after her.
When I turn to face her, she is holding her headphones in her left hand with her purple knapsack in her right.
"Just so you know, I know nothing about Transition metals."
"That's why you will study them." I laugh when she scoffs at my reply.
"Let's go to my room."
"I have a boyfriend. You remember that, right?"
I roll my eyes at her comment.
"My stepdad hates when we make a mess in the sitting room. And everything is in my room. So it's best we do the project there."
"Well, you can make yourself at home." I say cheerfully trying to relieve the uncomfortable silence.
Denise does exactly like I say and plops down on my bed plugging back her headphones.
"Go get the project stuff ready then."
I gape at her shocked that she doesn't try to question my reason for the mural. She's acting like I didn't just reveal something noone else knows. How did she even figure out who the boy is? Anyone who sees it just compliments me for being a good artist.
When I return with textbooks, cardboard paper and markers, my partner is bobbing her head to the music and tapping her left foot on the bed. Dropping everything on my desk, I reach out and take the headphones from her ear.
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