Chapter 11

The next day

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Yesterday at school was like Hell. I kept breaking things, hitting my head, bumping into people. It got to the point that all the accidents landed me a day in detention.

I'm glad I'd be going on Sunday. I lie on my bed. My arms touching the ground and head touching the bed frame.

I could feel the cold touching my feet from the blanket now being too damn small for me. Pissed me off a little. My mom was in the middle of saving up enough money to buy me a new bed set which wasn't cheap due to me now being a fucking giant. It was still something to get used to.

"Hijo...?" I lift my head a bit. Eyes heavy since the sleep I got from last night felt like I was awake the entire time.

Standing at the door was my mom. Her head poking through as she smiled a little.

"Someone's here to see you." My mom moved out of the way and I quickly lift my head up to see Mira coming into the room. My heart filled with joy as I jump up out of the bed and wrap my arms around her.

I was happy to see her. I was so damn glad she was okay.

"Okay! Okay! Damn! I'm glad to see you too! Now stop hugging me, that's some gay shit," Mira says. I back away and she looks at me up and down.

"GODDAMNNN! What they be feeding you? Elephants? We got Jolly Giant over here," Mira says. She smiled intensely as she looks me up and down in shock.

"A side effect from the radioactive chemicals in the lab resort we'd gone to a few weeks back," I say.

Mira shakes her head and looks around my room. The mess from when I had tried to get used to my body was still around me. Walls broken, doorknob gone, head print on the ceiling.

"Damn. you think they had some elephant meat in those chemicals?" Mira jokes.

I chuckle and sit on my bed. I could hear the legs of the bed nearly crack into the flooring beneath them as Mira sits in the spiny chair near my broken desk.

"Where's Brandon?"

"I don't fuckin know. I tried to go over to his house today and no one answered. I'm guessing they're went on a vacation or some shit. But who the fuck decides to go on a damn vacation when your son was in a damn explosion at a lab. Like... Oh! Let's celebrate our son nearly fuckin dying. TO CHINA WE GOOOO!" Mira laughs.

I smile. Not at the joke but the fact she was still the same.

"We could've died. I mean... I'm glad we're okay, but, being stupid and reckless could've impacted our families. We're grown. I think it's time we start acting like it," I say.

"Not we... YOU, Nigga. You a full grown ass, buff ass, strong ass man now. There is no we. I'm still short as hell," Mira replied.

"Anything from Asuwa too?" I ask.

"Nope. Last time I saw her was in the corner store. She didn't even make eye contact with me," Mira said.

I nod a little.

"Just give her time. I heard her father was sick. Other than him, she has no family." I lie down on my head as Mira put her feet in the chair and pulled out her phone.

I put my hands behind my head and look up at the ceiling.

I began recalling all the memories I had when I was going to school a lot. Now that I barely go to school, it feels as if I missed a lot. But it's only been one week. Maybe I need time to recover. But then again, who would be able to recover when your body has changed not only emotionally but physically.

"You good, G?" Mira asked.

I look at her. She was focused on her phone yet talking to me as if she hadn't even pulled it out of her pocket.

"Yeah. Just thinking," I look back at the ceiling.

Mira nodded.

"I know. Just had to break the silence. It was getting a bit awkward in here. I felt gay for a moment."

"Mira... you are gay..."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Mira snapped back.

"Stupid ass."

"Suck my dick."

"What?"

"What?" Mira relied quickly as I asked.

Mira and I both a laugh a little before going back into silence for a few moments.

"You guys need anything to drink?" My mom came into my room. Mira looks up with smile and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much. And water please," Mira says. Her voice changed completely. From ghetto to proper. Nearly lost me for a second, didn't know who the fuck was in my damn room. I look at her as my mom closed the door again.

"What the fuck was that?"

Mira chuckled and continued to scroll through her phone with a double chin she was doing on purpose.

"I call it the white girl voice."

I shake my head and put my head back down.

"Never in my life have I ever heard you say please or thank you," I say.

"You going to be saying please stop when I'm fucking you in the ass."

"ALRIGHT! I think it's time for me to go and take a shower. Because you've made me feel dirty and you're being gay as fuck," I say. Mira laughed again and began scrolling through her phone some more. Probably looking at girls on insta.