Waver?

<You can live for God and still be dope>

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IT WAS really a big pity I wasn't listening to the priest's sermon because from the look of things, it wasn't a boring one. The congregation were all wide awake, nodding their head in affirmation to whatever Reverend Father Riley was preaching about and sometimes voicing out a loud, "Amen!"

Well, the reason I was rather occupied and not paying heed to God's word was that I was thinking of the almost kiss Kian had given me last night. Yes, almost because dude hadn't drawn closer to kiss me, he'd only done that for him to whisper, "You're more than welcome," in a sexy voice and then straightening himself up, drove off, but not before winking at me.

I was pissed. The stupid boy had me raising my hopes high and dashing them to the ground. I genuinely thought he was going to kiss me, no I knew that he was going to kiss me but somehow he'd diverted and chose instead to talk all hush hush in my ears.

Or perhaps you're going delusional and thinking things that aren't real. What if he didn't want to kiss you, huh, bad mind snickered. Shut up!

I remember standing on the doorstep for a long time---okay not that long, outside was freezing--- and touching my near kissed lips and wishing that he actually did kiss me.

Okay, that's enough Olay. Mad, I mentally hit myself on the head. Why did I want Kian to kiss me and why was I being all so emotional and hormonal that he didn't?!

We don't know either, good mind happened to whisper. Then shut the fuck up.

"Good morning to you, miss. I come in peace," a familiar voice greeted, wiping away my thoughts about Kian and the almost kiss. Whipping my head around, I saw Jayden sitting down next to me. Of course, it'll only be him telling me he comes in peace. The kind of weird friends I have.

"Wait, do you go to this church?" I asked him, surprised because I haven't seen him here before.

"Yup and is that how you return my greeting? With a question? Ugh, and why did Mom make this bowtie too tight?" Jayden inquired grunting as he adjusted the polka dot bowtie on his white shirt.

I crossed my arms and observed him from head to toe. "Yes and you look ridiculous. What's with the extremely silly outfit? Let me guess, your mother forced you to wear that?"

"Yes and no Olayinka." He shook his head.

"Don't laugh at me. It's her way of punishing me because I slept way past time and forgot to get ready for today. We always arrive for the 7 O'clock mass and when I woke up it was 8, and my family had already left so when they returned, Mom had to make me go to this one, the 9 O'clock mass. And that's why I look ridiculous." He was still struggling with his tie while I had a hard time striving not to laugh out loud at the sight of him.

Bundled up in a tweed jacket big enough to contain two of my Dad and Dad was huge, a bulbous equally tweed trousers, a shoe seemingly two sizes less, his hair combed back and gelled and with his hideous glasses enhancing the whole ridiculous style, Jayden looked like a toddler whose Mom had dressed in a haphazard manner.

"So that's why I never see you around, you come for the seventh while I come for the ninth. Hmm, you're still that same latecomer you are though," I said, my lips lifting up to form a tiny smile. I've always teased Jayden about his lateness to school and I couldn't help myself now.

"At least, I made it in time and please stop smil---" he started but I cut him off.

"Shh, the procession is starting." Placing my index finger on my lips, I gestured for him to zip it. He looked heavenwards for some moment and then continued trying to redress his stubborn bowtie, albeit in an indirect manner so that people wouldn't notice. Except that I did, because that was what he did halfway through the whole service.