I never thought I’d feel this kind of feeling whenever he’s around. The way he smiles and laughs, it brings me down on my knees begging for him to do it more. Damn, I never thought I’d fall this hard. This deep that it drowns me to death. But then, I’m never going to be Alisha if I’m not exaggerating things, am I?
“Hey Ally, wanna go out on a party tonight?” Jacob playfully punched my shoulder as he sat on the bench next to me. I was supposed to be reading a book, not thinking about him, his asset and his rebellious outlook in life. He's a classmate seating next to me not minding the whole class rioting while him on the other side, entertaining himself by teasing me. All the time.
I hit him back with my hardbound book causing for him to defend himself with his hands. "You. Don't. Hit. A girl!" I iterated to him as he slowly choke to death-- Wait Ally, no one gets choked by hitting them with your book... Uh.
"You're not a girl!" He uncontrollably laughed as I furiously blushed at his snarky remark.
"You meanie! I wish you never breed!" I yelled at him and continued to hit him but then he caught my hand. He's touching my hands! My heart was beating so fast. Everything felt like a romantic scene in a chick flick movie. Look at his smile-- No, he's smirking! Douchebag! "You're so mean, I'm a girl. And you don't hit me just like this." I punched him hard on his shoulder.
"Oww, sorry." The upper side of his lips twitched. "It doesn't hurt that much at all, you're just overreacting things, Ally." He said as I rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms, "Come on, I was just asking you on a party then you just hit me with your book-"
"Deadly book." I corrected him.
"You hit me with your DEADLY book...” He added.
"Jacob, I don't think going out at night time will be a good idea-"
"Ally, it's gonna be the biggest party in the history of ever yet you don't wanna come?" He said in an unbelievable tone that made me scrunch my nose.
"Will there be hard liquors, wild peeps and malicious stuffs inside?" I interrogated him as he sourly made a face.
"Well yea--"
"Then I'm not coming." He finally got my answer. I thought he knew me, he shouldn't be expecting me to join stupid stuffs like that. "What if I get hurt? What if I get drunk? And horror of horrors, what if I find myself blabbering things about my personal life?!" My heart was thumping so fast that it almost ached. He looked at me intently. Lovely eyes.
"You're overreacting, Ally. When will we ever have a nice conversion without you exaggerating things?" My eyes automatically squinted at the thought of what he had said. I just found myself shaking my head. His brows arched. "Is that a no to the party or a no to the exaggerating thing?" He asked, I just sighed. Thanks for not understanding my feelings.
"Both." His face dropped as I got up from my seat. "I don't wanna come since I know you're not happy about me overreacting things. See you around, Jacob." I walked away not looking back at his shocked pretty face. I was just scared that when I get drunk on that party, I'll just explode and confess my feelings for him and he would just leave me right after. Or maybe, I'm just exaggerating things again? It hurts though.
I was already at home, lying on my bed, thinking about him. I wonder what he's doing. Is he having fun? Is he surrounded by tons of girls? I can't imagine him being with other girls, not that I don't want him to be liked but... Is it that bad and selfish to want him all to myself? What if he never really liked me like the way I do? What if feelings don't really work at all? Of all horrors, what if this situation is already called 'friendzoned'? I’m overthinking.
My phone rang; I just answered it lazily but then got alarmed when I heard it. “Hello?”
“Are you Mr. Jacob O’Donnell’s girlfriend? He got into a car accident. If you are the patient’s girlfriend, please come by at UCLA Medical Center, he’s dying!” I trembled at the feminine voice as I heard what she had said. I was shaking uncontrollably, I was sobbing. I’ve never felt this anxiousness in my entire life! He told the doctor or whoever that person was, I was his girlfriend? Damn Jacob!
I rode so fast, I hailed every taxi that could bring me to that Medical Center. I wish every taxi cab could fly. I wanted to go there in the fastest way I could possibly do. I was cramming the counter desk. My heart is at fault. I was so nervous.
“Jacob O’Donnell—Fuck, I’m his girlfriend!” I cried out.
“Room 207, second floor.” The in-charged person pointed at the left side as I ran for my life.
I swung the door open, “JACOB! JACOB!” I saw him with the entire thick bandage all over his upper abdomen. He was—Doing fine! I was crying my heart out! “You fucker! You made me sick!” I hugged him, not minding his bandages until he said ‘Ouch’ – “How many bones did you break?!” I yelled.
“One or two ribs?” I smacked his shoulder. He ‘Oww’d’. I squinted, waiting for explanations. “I fell asleep while I was driving—“
I hugged him tight. “You almost died!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t tell mom, she’d kill me.” Then he blushed, “I told them you’re my girlfriend… Because I know you will be soon.” He declared as he kissed my hand. I can’t breathe-- “If exaggeration could kill, you’d be dead by now.” As he held my hand again. Dumbass.
