Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
I'm sitting on the floor in front of my bed, coloring in the rose that I drew a few days ago. I keep the curtains to my window closed now because I'm fifty percent sure Chris will try and ask more questions. I know that Passion covered for me but I was acting way too suspicious. If it were just a bruise I would've brushed it off and told him as if it wasn't a big deal. Instead I hid it and ran inside. I'd be suspicious of that too. Part of me is also avoiding the question about who Leon is that he's definitely gonna ask me if he gets the chance.
I look up when Passion comes back from the bathroom. And I'm a little confused when I notice her face is twisted in a scared expression, and she's standing awkwardly at the doorway with her legs pressed together, hands tugging on the bottom of her shirt. "Destiny" she says quickly. I set my notebook down and sit up straight. "Is everything okay?" I ask her. 
She glances down for a split second as if she's checking for something. "I'm bleeding." she whispers aggressively at me when she looks back up, tugging her shirt down more as she speaks. "It's leaking through..."
I instantly jump up and run to my closet, spilling my pack of colored pencils all over the floor. I didn't think this was gonna happen any time soon because I was a late bloomer. But I guess she's right on time. I shove aside some unorganized clothes on the floor of our closet and I hear her shut the door behind me, bouncing her light feet impatiently. Finally. I found a small pack of pads in the corner and pull it out. My heart drops when I see there's only one left. "We're gonna go get more after you freshen up." I tell her as I toss the last pad at her quickly. "You know how to do... All that?"
I'm relieved when she nods and yanks my door back open, half hopping to the bathroom with her shirt pulled out in front of her. I get up and open my drawer. Seeing two of Leon's $20s under a pair of socks. I've been taking a few bucks at a time, I know where he keeps his stash and I learned how to take just enough so that he won't notice. I don't get where or how he gets his money and something tells me it has something to do with the random dude that came over once. Maybe he mails it sometimes. 
I don't know and I'm not in any place to be asking questions. I grab both $20s and shove em in my back pocket before grabbing a thin jacket. Light enough so I don't get heat stroke but long enough to cover my bruises.
When Passion comes back she's wearing a pair of my grey leggings and holding a black trash back that I'm guessing, has the now bled through shorts in them. "These were my favorite pair." she says and throws them In the trash bin, clearly annoyed at the decision her body decided to make today. 
"We can grab another pair of the same ones while we're out" I pick up Momma's old purse and toss it over my shoulder. "You ready?" She nods and takes the same tiny purse she brings to Soccer practice. 
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"Grab these too, they're in smaller paging so you can put em in1 your soccer purse." I tell her. She agrees and grabs a pack of smaller sized pads. We got cheap new purses too before stopping by the female products section. I'm definitely keeping Momma's old purse but I think it's about time Passion upgraded. She grabs about ten packs of Hershey's as well and tosses em in the cart. I give her a glance and put two back while she eyes me, pleading. 
"That's a little excessive" I tell her. "We're getting ice-cream before we head home so relax."
"Fine" She mumbles and lifts herself up on the cart playfully, making it tilt back. She entertains herself while I look at a few night time pads. There are so many brands I haven't heard of yet. 
Suddenly I hear a sharp gasp and I turn to see her jumping off the cart, running to my side so fast someone would've thought she teleported. I drop the pack of pads I was holding and step back. she follows my movement, staying behind me. "What?!" I shout out, instantly on guard. She grips my arm with a shaking hand, Which only brings my worries up until she nods to a boy on the other side of me, standing in the hall outside of the isle we're in. He's going through a few movies with a man that must be his dad. Obviously not paying us any mind at all. 
I turn and look down at Passion with my eyebrows raised. If I were able to see the blush through her dark skin It would be very visible right now. She's gripping my arm, eyeing the boy on the other side of me to make sure he's not looking our direction. And I'm a hundred and fifty percent sure he's not.
"Passion-" 
"I'll be in the other isle.. just lookin around" She interrupts me and literally just walks out the other side of the isle. I watch her walk away in shock. Unbelievable. What the hell is so embarrassing? I'll bet fifty bucks he thinks we're buying buckets of glitter and bracelet makers. He looks to be about her age anyway. 
Oh.
I bite my lip while my face twists into a smile. Passion has a crush. Oh She won't be hearing the end of it when we get home. She'll be answering my questions, hormonal or not.
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"Did he make the team too?" I ask her, leaning in to listen. 
Passion and I are sitting on each end of my bed with the door closed, as it always is. We're crossed legged, with triple scooped ice-cream cups of our favorite flavors in our laps. It turns out she knows the boy from her little soccer group and they've been talking the last TWO days. I think it's a lil fast but she's only crushing so I'm letting that slide. His name's Xavier. I'll admit she has nice taste though, he's a cute dark skin with diamond studs, I think I even caught a glimpse of an eyebrow slit. 
"Yeah, we're on the same team now." She says, answering my question. I lean back against the wall and smile at her. Letting myself process the fact that she'll be having a boyfriend soon. It's pretty hard to imagine when you've been helping her change her Barbies clothes for as long as you can remember.
"You should tell him how you feel soon. Who knows, maybe he feels the same." I tell her.
"You should take your own advice." 
My smile fades. What the fuck does she mean by that? Apparently my face shows my shocked expression because she breaks eye-contact and takes a huge bite of her ice cream, clearly holding back a smile.