"Lina, I really think that Chase likes you. Why can't you see that?" Candace says while putting my eye shadow on herself.
" I'm telling you Candy, he could never like me."
"And why's that?"
"Because we've hurt each other too much in the past."
"How so?" She says, looking at me through the mirror.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me. It cant be that bad."
"Yeah, well, it is."
" I can handle it. Plus, if you don't tell me, I'll just bother you for the rest of the day."
"Fine, then. Suit yourself," I grumble," Well, we were really close friends when we were little, and then he started bullying me and using my secrets that I used to tell him against me. He hung out with some crappy people I didn't want to hang around, and when they were mean to me he would just laugh with them. He would leave nasty notes in places he knew I would find them in, and would jump at the chance to embarrass me, and called me mean names. The worst time, though, was one day where I was walking and his group pushed me into a mud puddle, and while I was down started beating on me. He helped them," I say, looking at Candace," After that I promised myself I would turn his life into a living hell. And I did. I became popular. I turned his group against him and left him all alone. I was a bitch who made up lies about him. I feel bad about it now, but the damage is already done. There's no going back. Even now, our 'friendship' is more of an alliance, and even that's on thin ice." I avert my eyes downward, and Candace says, "Well, this is a second chance. Use it." I look up, and she smiles. "Thanks, Candy." I say, smiling.
. . . . . . .
As I walk to the checkout line of Walgreens, I accidentally bump into someone's chest. "Sorry!" I say, stumbling backwards. Warm hands steady me, and I look up to find a boy about my age smiling back at me. "Watch yourself. We son't want you getting hurt now, do we?"
"N-no," I say, "Thank you!" And with that, I dart around him and rush to the line. Who was that? I think as I make it to the line, Whoever he was, he was hot. I start taking my stuff out of the basket and setting it down. I'm too lost in thought to hear the person behind me talking to me. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I whip back around, finding a person with emerald green eyes staring back down at me. It was the same boy I bumped into. I start taking in his features. He has wavy brown hair that stops at his ears, and tan skin. He's tall, maybe an inch over six foot, and his accent is australian when he talks.
"U-um.. are you new around here?" I say, trying to start a conversation with him.
"Yes,actually. I'm going to start at St. Jefferson next week."
My eyes widen. "I go there! What grade are you in?"
He smiles. "I'm a junior. You?"
"Cool. Oh, My name's Oliver, by the way." He holds out a hand.
"Adelina. But you can call me Lina." I reply taking his hand.
I smile. "Thanks."
"Next!" The cashier's voice rings through the area. I realize it's my turn. I look back at him and say, "Well, you at school. If you need help with anything just tell me."
"Bye." And I walk over to the cashier.
. . . . . . . .
On the way home, I see Chase leaning against a tree. Picking up my pace, I walk towards him. "Whatcha doin' here?" I start.
He shrugs. "I'm here to protect you in case the big bad wolf pops out and tries to eat you, Cinderella."
I roll my eyes. "I think you have your fairy tales mixed up."
He shrugs. "Who cares? Let's go." Pushing himself off the tree, he starts walking with me. We walk in silence for a few minutes, until I say, "Hey, Chase?"
"Do you think...we could ever be... you know, friends again?"
"Why not?" I say, a little surprised by his answer.
"I don't want to be friends with you."
Well, that conversation sucked. "Sorry." I mutter. We just keep walking until we reach my house. When we reach the door, he says, "Bye, Lina." And he turns on his heel and leaves. I sigh as I watch him round the corner. I knew he was going to say no. But it still hurt that he did. No, Lina, you have to keep trying.I look up defiantly. I would make things right between us. No matter what I would. Because if I didn't.... well, if I didn't I wouldn't forgive myself.
Well, that and the fact that I've loved him ever since I saw him at age five.
Author's Note: So, mind blown anyone? *raises hand* I know I am. Also, I know that the chapter names suck. I cant come up with good ones. But, if you like the book or have any problems with it, comment down below please. I check the comments and try my best to fix problems and keep doing what I'm doing right. Thank you!