Rehearsals With You ✓

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Poet

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I like Grey. I like Grey Collins . . .

No, erase that - I am falling for Grey Collins . . .

I bumped my head on my locker. Of all people, why? Why does it have to be someone who liked someone else? It was cupid doing his favorite past-time - messing with single people like me.

"I like you," Grey said.

Diana's face quickly morphed into a lovely smile while I could feel my heart break at those words. "I may not have been the best at showing it through the years but I now realize that I like you," he continued and like the dumb shit that I am, I kept on listening. I felt no tears but my chest was heavy and I was breathing fast. I bit my lip. "I couldn't deny myself that any longer. Kissing you was like one of the greatest that ever happened to me."

Well, darn you, Grey. How could I let this happen to myself? How could I let myself fall into a one-sided love? "Love is such a pain in the butt," I grumbled. I don't know how I'm gonna face him now, knowing I like him and I don't have a chance at all. "I'm so stupid," I drawled.

Students littered around the hallway, ignoring my very existence. Glad no one was asking me about the turmoil I've put myself in. Yes, let me wallow.

"Bah." Shaking my head as I patted my cheeks I opened my locker to dump some books and a piece of yellow paper fell with it. Scrunching my face, I knelt to pick it up, making sure not to flash the Spiderman shorts I had underneath. I got all my boyshorts in the laundry, 'kay? Besides, I love Spiderman.

The smooth surface was folded twice and a penmanship between messy and clean embedded itself on the outside. I skipped the message to see who it was from and found Grey's name at the bottom. My stomach flipped.

"Okay . . ." I mumbled then started walking but I quickly stopped short to read the letter, right in the middle of the hallway. Students walked past me, moving aside to go their way.

April,

I could list down many reasons to tell you why I implied that the friendship we had meant nothing, but truth is, it gives me no excuse. For you to have let me in in your life, for you to have forgiven me for opening your wounds, for you to have decided to break our feud, and for you to have opened up to me meant so much. I regret every hurtful word I uttered. I am sorry. I truly am.

Grey

I blinked. I skimmed my thumb over the writing before folding it back and stashing it in my pocket. I began to strut towards my next class but a girl in my year stopped me. "Hey, April. He wanted me to give this to you," she said as she handed me a piece of paper. "Bye!" She waved at me and I could only wave back in astonishment. I recognize her from my year but still I didn't even know her.

Grey had used the same kind of paper, only this time, it was in orange. I unfolded it and read what is says.

April,

I am hoping for a chance to talk to you, for a chance to break the strain in our relationship - for a chance to earn your friendship back.

There are a lot of things I want to tell you, April. There is everything. You have told me your story, and now, I want to tell you mine.