Sunny side egg
Part 4
I never talk to Jordan Meyers aka the maneater aka the shittiest human being in the whole world. Our relationship is the one, which I know his face, his reputation, the gossip that surrounds him, and I'm pretty sure that he doesn't even know my existence. I'm sure that I'm not on his radar whatsoever. So, when Kenny said that he invites us to go to dinner with him....
"I smell something fishy." say me to Kenny, on our way home.
We walk together to the bus stop. The weather is nice today, warm, I'm not even wearing any jacket, and I'm wearing my favorite dress today, so things are well I guess. Unless this conversation. Which is sooo weird, and impossible to happen, except it is happening and currently on. I mean, why on earth someone like Jordan Meyers wants to have dinner with me, who -I'm sure, doesn't know me at all, unless he is planning something, that could embarrassed me or Kenny. Jordan Meyers used to be a bully. He made someone drunk their pee just because they splashed his new jeans in the urinal, back when he was in high school. I don't know the detail, but everybody in our town know this.
"D, what is the worst that could happen if we accept his invitation?" Kenny says. He wears dark blue henley, tight blue jeans and his hair is so curly today. He must have left in a hurry this morning.
"He could do something to us, like maybe hire some strong guy to beat us up. I don't know, but it's not something good, I am sure." I reply.
We arrive at the bus stop, not a lot of people there. Sure, it's not even rush hour. We just left our campus because we don't have anymore class.
"Why would he do that?" he asks.
"Why does he invite us?" I ask back. "He doesn't know us, Kenny. He doesn't know me.."
"He knows-"
"No! He only knew you because you have ONE class together, and you only have that for like, once a week! And because you offered to do his part of your group project-" I'm half shouting at this point.
"But we end up did it together-" he says in the same toon as me.
"Because you were sick and UNABLE to do even your OWN PART!!" I am fully shouting now. The other soon to be bus passenger, look at us, some with a surprise look, the other somewhat annoyed.
Kenny looks at me with the same annoyed look. He furrows his perfect eyebrows -recently trimmed, I realise, and pull his lips inward.
He huffs, and takes a long breath. Looks at me, now, with more calm expression. Sending a sorry look toward the other bus stop attendee. And talks in a very soft voice. Uh-oh.
"Dalia, he is not bad. He is a kind human being, he won't hire some burly guys just to beat us up, he did his own work at the group project and helped me with them, contrary to what you believe, he is not a playboy. Hell, he is the only guy who doesn't treat me as the gay theater guy who only knows to do make up, and dress nice!" Kenny says. Taking another deep breath. "And he listens to my story, about you, about our play dress in my room, about you who decide to still wear your hijab, even though people throw some not nice things to you, and he listened, D. He listened."
I know it will turn into some other weird scenario, that include Jordan Meyers is indeed a nice guy, and I, who have to know better than to judge people just because he has the worst reputation ever.
Suddenly, this day, turn out to be not so nice, because you realised, you're not as nice as what your best friend thinks.
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