Doesn't it bother you just a little bit?

Current Day.

"Hey Tiger!"
I slammed my locker shut only to see my bestfriends bright beaming face smiling at me— Harley.

I ran my hands through my hair, lamely smiling back. "You'll never guess who I ran into this morning." I grumbled.

"Well guessing that I saw Zeke get off the same bus as you this morning... I wanna say Zeke?" Harley teased.

I rolled my eyes. I loved Harley but unlike me, she's not as sentimental and sensitive as I am. Plus she wasn't as close to them as I was. Maybe it is kinda silly Im so bent up over this...UGH nobody gets it.

"It's like when I don't wanna see him, he's there! But when I do feel like seeing him, he—

"Wait, you wanna see him? I thought you hated him?" Harley cut me off.

"Yea well..."

"Girl, pick a mood"

I sighed. As much resentment as I have for Zeke, there's a small part of me that still wants to see him around school, hoping to bump into him, hoping he'd come back to my life. Which i guess....isn't the case. For some reason, Harley's lack of empathy pissed me off.
"Whatever, I'll see you in fifth."

"BYE KIARA!"

"Yea...later."

I don't think she got the message.

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"Kiara are you on your period?"

"SHUT UP MARCO!" I said too loudly. A few kids turned around for a bit, but then proceeded to focus back on the class.

My first period was with Marco. You know? The one who use to be in love with me. Hence why were friends now.
"You sure? Looking a bit down in the dumps to me. Hey did my mom run into you last Saturday? You didn't tell her anything did you? because I—OW!"

I pinched him. On the arm.

:)

"No I didn't say anything. She just asked me about school." Marco's mom, LOVES me. She's always happy to see me and sometimes packs lunch for Marco to bring to me. I love her too. Sweet lady.

"You know...If something's on your mind you can tell me, hey am I still meeting you and Harley after school today? We're still on for ice cream after school right?"

"Is um...is Alex coming?" I asked.

"i dunno, text him."

And so I did.

Marco, Alex and I still hang out. Sometimes Harley. We don't talk about what happened. I just know Alex isn't taking it that well. I mean, who would? Imagine having a friend for years only for him to stab you in the back. ouch.

"You still have a crush on him? DONCHA!" Marco's teasing broke into my thoughts.

"There is no still if i never had a crush on him in the first place." I said with my eyes still glued to my phone under the table.

"Ah denial...not a good look on you. Remember when we were boarding that bus once and then suddenly the bus stopped and you nearly fell on top of him but he caught you just in time. What a—

"Kiara! Marco! Since you two can't stop talking ever since the class started, read the first 2 paragraphs on page 142 ALOUD for the entire class to hear." Mr Zai's stern voice boomed through the classroom. I felt my face burn hot. I shot a glare at Marco. At least he didn't see my phone.

"And Kiara, please put the phone away."

"Sorry." Oops. Never mind, Mr Zai has a soft spot for me.

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I fumbled with the stack of books in my hand. I volunteered to help Mr Zai carry some books to his cubby hole locker thing. (I don't know what else to call it, but all the teachers have it right outside the office where students can hand up any late homework or take any extra notes teachers give) Solely because i wanted to avoid Marco's questions and accusations.

I don't have a crush on Alex. At least I think so... if not me and Zeke wouldn't have...WELL yea I know i didn't have a crush on Alex. He was just that really cute boy who for some reason was good at everything unknowingly. Obviously I would be attracted but I know I see Alex as nothing more but a friend. We've just had some good times, making us closer to each other than most. We've also had some awkward moments...BUT nevertheless still friends.

"Kiara! Hey, nice seeing you again,"
I shook my thoughts away, looking up to whoever's face that voice belonged to. My eyes locked with his brown ones.

"Hi Zeke."