Novels by Dismai Naim

Monday.About fifteen minutes into first period we had a fire drill. The teacher looked confused, but then shrugged it off and we all got up for the door. I was in the back corner of the room, and so I was last in line. Then, with half the class already out the door, I heard something odd nestled in with the screeching alarm.POP POP POP POP POP, followed closely behind by another POP POP POP POP POP.“What was that?” the kid in front of me said.It kept coming, POP POP, POP POP POP POP, POP POP POP, POP POP POP.I thought the alarm was busted, like maybe the speaker had blown; I didn’t think anything of it at first.

SundayIt was morning. I did not sleep well for anticipation of the coming day. It was all I could think about; I was going to go over to Sara’s house, and we would spend the day just the two of us.Sara.This girl was so beautiful the sun paid tribute at her feet. She was going to be home alone for the entire evening, and she wanted me to come over. Me. No other friends, no family, no one else to look and see, no one else to watch out for, no custodial staff to walk in on us, just total me and her time.I had a bowl of granola cereal with raisins and half a grapefruit for breakfast, and I couldn’t inhale it fast enough. The only question was how to get over there; sh

Saturday.I woke up the morning of the recital having not had any sex the night before.Nothing unusual there.What wasn’t so normal was the shame. If shame were a bear I’d have been covered in bear claw marks. If shame were a swarm of bees I’d have been covered in shameful bee stings. I was too ashamed to come up with a decent analogy. Sorry.It was difficult to wrap my head around what had, or rather hadn’t happened the previous night, but let me try.I had an opportunity to have sex with the most incredibly beautiful girl ever. Turns out she’d had other plans. Plans to include two other girls

Friday.So.Are you thinking what I was thinking?Um… So Sara Temptation was a straight female, meaning that she was attracted to guys.I was a guy.Well, I still am, but you know what I mean.Hey, these days, that point does need to be clarified, you know. But whatever. That Sara was straight shouldn’t have been big news for any normal, rational, thinking human being. But then I was not normal, and as you can see I’m definitely not rational, and my thinking process is a little off.Regardless, I started to put th

Sara’s father did not attend her funeral. I called the man myself and left a voicemail three times, “sir, do you know what happened to your daughter? Do you care?”I might as well have been calling a dead end. All her mother could say was, “I told you.”The week before it happened had been difficult. That class, after my dad picked Sara and me up, that night left me a total wreck. I was a wreck the following day at school, and I was a wreck over the weekend.I was a wreck because I was in love with her. I was enchanted by her. I was enraptured. My heart would flutter whenever I pictured her face, heard her voice, saw one of her texts, basically anything. My mind was out of control and I

Sara Temptation had never been with a guy before; she’d told me as much. She’d never kissed a guy, never been on a date with a guy, never had a boyfriend, nothing. So she was about as experienced with the opposite sex as I was.Of course in her case, it made sense. Guys weren’t her thing, so I didn’t think anything of it; otherwise I’d have had to call shenanigans. A straight girl like her? Single? Yeah right.But then she also got a kick out of arousing me, which unto itself was pretty arousing. So, I played along and let it all hang out with her. And I don’t know if you’ve ever had a friend like that, but you’re missing out if you haven’t. One morning she texted me to find out what’s the sexiest thing I could i