Confused

Chapter 8

Unknown POV:

I hope I see her tomorrow in school. I couldn't see her yesterday. And I hope I have the courage to at-least talk to her. I mean every girl in our school knows me. I bet she knows my name.. but we never talked that much. 1 or 2 times I guess. But I want her to talk more with me. Maybe I should first give her some clues. I should find some way to show how much I like her. Thinking of some idea I lay on my bed and tried to sleep with only one girl on my mind.

Rallesa POV:

The sharp irritating voice of my annoying alarm buzzed in my ear making me jump out in surprise. No please, it was a perfect dream. Why does it always has to break on the climax. I lazily walk to my bathroom and do my morning rituals. I take a long hot shower, reliving my beautiful dream.

But then again, it was just a dream. It would never come true. Never! All I wish is that Micheal keeps on talking nicely to me. Just like yesterday. He was so nice and kind. Just like how he is to my other friends. There is just a small hope in the corner of my mind that one day we will be good friends. Just so happy with each other. And I know one day my dream will come true. And the good thing is that whatever sadness I had in past few days has all gone. I am feeling happy again. And I am back to being normal. Just that cheerful girl who just doesn't care about what anybody else thinks of her. The only one whose opinion matters is his. I can be bipolar!

I put on my blue lace tee and black skinny jeans. I put some lip-gloss and kohl with mascara. I put makeup today because I just felt like putting some. I feel like putting makeup when I am extremely happy. I put my black converse and head down to the kitchen. As expected my mom is making sandwich. I take one before she says and take a bite. I love my mom's sandwiches. She is an awesome cook! I take my glass of orange juice and drink half of the glass in one gulp.

"Slow sweety. You are not late today. And how many times should I tell you to not hurry while eating? You may choke!" my mom says behind me, totally concerned. I just grin in response.

"Is Peter in the car?" I asked suddenly.

"Yes?" said my mom, but it sounded more like a question. Huh! How can he get up so early? Peter has always been a morning person. Whereas my mom, dad and I if got a chance would definitely like to sleep till late. He likes getting up early and get ready for school as fast as possible. He loves Senior high. And he says he wants to go to college as fast as possible. And how I wish I never grew up. I want to be in kindergarten again. Just play, dance, sing, eat and sleep. No worries, nothing. All you need is a doll to make you feel happy when you are low. Growing up sucks. Growing up and having a freaking complicated life sucks even more. I sigh and take my black shrug. I head towards Peter's car.

He sits there comfortably looking at his phone and smiling. I open the passenger's door and sit. Peter glances at me and then starts driving. It was weird he was so quiet today. And not teasing me. What's up with him? He acts this way only when he is very very very happy! So I think I have to speak first today. I like the silence. It was comfortable one, but why is he happy? Is the only thought pooping in my mind. Don't get me wrong. I love it when he is so happy. Even I feel really cheery. But I must know the reason right? Maybe it will make me even happier today.

"So what's up with you?" I ask finally curiosity getting better than me.

He just smiles wider (if that's possible) and speaks "Tyler is back! Aren't you excited? He is our best friend! And my best buddy. I missed him. We three had so many memories together. So many good ones! I thought you would be even more excited, aren't you?" He completed finally looking at me. Shit what am I supposed to say? Did he forget that I don't remember Tyler? Does he even know? I just do an unsure smile. "You remember him right?" He asks surely sensing that something is wrong. Should I tell him? What if he judges me? Nah, I don't think! He is my brother. He of all the people will never judge me, will he?