(...normal warnings...*hides behind bush*) Chapter 20: June Things that calm me: ~Classical music ~Nature ~Rain on the window ~White noise ~The soft scratching of a pen against paper ~Feeling in control... Tuesday, Oct 9th, 11:45am Out of every possible scenario, every worry or anxiety I had about coming back to school today... My ex k!ss!ng me? Was certainly not one of them. I'm so surprised that, for a moment, I freeze. I go completely still. Then, in the next moment, I remember that this? Is Penten. Freaking. Hayzes. The boy who broke up with me two years ago. The one who broke my heart so bad, I cried for days afterwards. And that was not the first time I shed tears during that relationship. Far from it. I let out a squeaking noise and push my hands against Penten's chest, trying to push him away from me. He holds me tight to him for one more second before letting me go. I'm blinking, staring at him like he's some sort of mirage that will disappear once I fully wake up. "June! I missed you." He smiles, his dark blue eyes sparkling, black hair flopping over into his eyes. My brain falters. "You-huh?" "I missed you." He repeats, dropping the blinding smile for a second and biting his lip. "It was awful, thinking you were d34d. I hated feeling like we might not have another shot..." "Another...shot?" He beams again. "At us! Together." He runs a hand through his dark locks. "I regretted it, y'know. Almost immediately. I threw away something amazing, and I hate that." My mind manages to pluck one thing reasonable out of my brain to say and I fixate on it. "What do you mean, 'another shot'?" I pull my hand away from where he was holding it and step back. "You broke up with me, Pen. And also ch34ted. Multiple times." "I was stupid. I messed up. Please, J." His eyes are imploring. "Can't we give it another go? They say you don't appreciate what you had until it's gone-I almost lost you forever. It opened my eyes." I bite my lip, looking away. He sounds genuine. But then again, he sounded genuine every other time right before he crushed my heart. I would be lying if I said I don't find Penten attractive. With his tall, broad build, black hair, blue eyes? He could be a model or something. But I don't really know him anymore. And I don't want to risk getting h^rt again. I'm also really, really bad at saying 'no'. "Maybe...maybe we could just try friends at first. See how things shake out." I barely believe I'm saying the words, even as I feel them off my tongue. Penten grins, white teeth glinting. "Of course! You won't regret it, J." Before I can tell him that I don't really like that nickname anymore-that I actually never liked it in the first place-he leans over and wraps me in a hug, a little longer and a little tighter than 'just friends' would entail. I'm blinking again, my mind spinning, my nose filled with the sharp, familiar smell of his cologne. I walk to my locker with slightly shaking steps, dumping in my books, all the while wondering if that's true. I feel like there is actually a very, very big chance I'm going to regret this. Chapter 21: Kai Times I have felt depressed: ~That day I accidentally k!113d a baby squirrel when learning to drive ~During the Titanic movie ~When Lily Hoppen from third grade threw my Valentine's flower for her in the trash ~Tuesday, Oct 9th, when I realized just how big of an idiot I am Tuesday, Oct 9th, 12:00pm Do you know that feeling, where your chest and your heart and all of your important organs are drowning, and you feel like you can't breathe and your lungs are about to cave in, but that's stupid, because you're on dry land? That's how I feel right now. Like I'm drowning. Except there is no eventual relief. I'm stuck like this, in eternal suffocation, unable to get the image of someone who is definitely not me ktssing June Avens. I am such an idiot. First of all, I don't know how I could've possibly kidded myself that I don't like June. Because right now, it's pretty darn clear that I have the biggest, fattest crush on her in the universe. Second of all-I didn't even ask if she had a b0yf2iend. Currently. Nope, I just assumed that she, like me, was single. Third...I feel like an idiot because it hurts. So. Much. And that's ridiculous. It's shouldn't hurt this bad to lose something you never had. Only it does. I chug my chocolate milk like maybe it can erase all my heartache. It doesn't. It just goes up my nose and makes me hack like a cat with a hairball. "You good, man?" Wyatt asks, giving me a concerned look. I nod, eyes burning. "Fine." "You're not fine. Trust me. I've got five older brothers, I know how to tell when someone's hurting." Sometimes I hate that Wy is so observant. Or that I'm so bad at hiding things. I swirl my straw in my drink miserably. "How could I have started liking her this much in two days. Two. Days. Only a little more than forty-eight hours." Wyatt tilts his head. "I don't know if this classifies as a 'like' scenario, Brooks-"
"It doesn't make sense!" I interrupt loudly, because, no, I'm not ready to consider that possibility. "I don't even know that much about her-I don't know her favorite milkshake flavor, or what music she likes-or if she puts milk or cereal first-" "Everyone puts the cereal first, Kai. You're just weird." "I don't know her parents' names! Or what she wanted to be when she was little-or what she wants to be now!" But I do know she sleeps with one arm out of the blankets. I know she's insecure even though she just might be the most amazing person I've ever met. I can name the exact shade of her hazel green eyes were when I told her I wanted to ktss her... I go red. Very red. Like red enough to signal a plane for landing. If Wyatt notices, he doesn't comment. "Dude, you're missing the point. You don't need to know all that stuff right away! That's when you get to know them and hang out more often. Truly knowing a person takes time." I stare at him. "You have a lot of wisdom for a guy who's only ktss was on the cheek for a game of spin the bottle." Wyatt scowls. "Shut it. That was years ago. And y'know, five brothers?" I sigh. "How am I supposed to get to know her better when...when it's obvious she likes someone else?" "Be her friend, dumbo!" Wyatt says, flicking a bit of ketchup at me as he waves his fry around. "What ever happened to 'friends to l0vers' people?! One of the cutest tropes! Not as exciting as 'marriage of convenience' or 'enemies to l0vers' or whatever, but still!" I stare at him some more. "Sometimes I don't even know why we're friends-" "Because I'm a genius and amazing and wonderful. Now think fast she's coming over-" "You are not-WHAT?" I practically screech, resisting the urge to hide under the table. Wyatt waves his hands. "Your girl! Quick, put on your chit-chat shoes! I'll be back-" "Don't you dare leave me right now-" "I need to get Liv back for telling me my outfit looks like crap this morning-" "It does-red and bright yellow are not a thing! But wait-" "Good luck!" He slides out from the bench and scampers off. "Wyatt James Carter I am going to sl1t your freakin throat-" "Um...hi." The threat had a lot more to it, but all the sudden it d1es on my tongue. "Hi." I say, dumbly. Not that dumbly, it just feels really dumb. Why don't I say something else, like... "It's really chilly out there. Fall's on it's way, y'know?" I would like to d13 now, please. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER??! June smiles surprisingly and nods. "Yeah. I'm happy about it. I love sweater season." "It's...cozy." I say, looking anywhere but at her, so I don't stare like a total psychopath. "So, what's up?" "Um...I know this is sort of awkward, since-the whole locked in thing and everything...but we still have to finish the book. Little Women. What time are you free?" I swallow, finally looking at her. She's smiling, her eyes flecked with shining gold bits, cheeks rosy from the slight chill. I blow out a slow breath, wondering which would hurt more. To never see her again, or to see her all the time, knowing she's never going to feel the same about me as I do about her. And the next few words hurt on their own when I force them out of my throat. "Maybe...maybe we should finish the book on our own." For one second, something flashes over June's face. Then she reels it back in, the smile turning a little more forced, calculated. Cold. And now I feel like fifty times more stupid when she says, her voice reverting to the one I'd always heard before, before I knew her better and saw her cry and heard her story and listened to her laugh. "Of course. Tell me when you finish." And then she's gone. And now we can all agree, that I am the world's biggest idiot. Next: Soooooon First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1306595253 (Comment to be pinged! Check out the studio! Theories, rants, vents etc always welcome! Love to hear what yall think of the story!!)