Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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Mr. Carter Is Bad At Math
A lot of time goes into constantly thinking about a crush, I realized. Never having developed anything towards a close friend before, everything about my current situation confused me. Dealing with shy, nerdy people and mean introverts were almost always easy as pie. Yet, when I had my own internal dilemma to put up with, my next course of action didn't seem very clear to me.
Gathering my thoughts after that night was virtually impossible. There were too many things for me to grasp to make sense of the thoughts floating in my head as Sebastian held me during my panic attacks. How did I know for sure that I truly liked him? What made me question whether there was something more I might want from our relationship? Why now? These questions, and more, rang through my head.
Since there was no way for me to get a solid answer, the best idea was to leave it alone. Being friends with him was more than I could have ever imagined possible. The thought of ruining it over something as small as a potential crush didn't sit right with me. So, my lips were sealed.
Even as my parents finally came back home from their trip and the weekend finished, not a peep was made about the hole I may or may not have dug for myself. Instead, I went to school as usual and acted the same as always. Greeting people while walking to my locker, meeting up with Chrissy, and walking to class with her and Danny. Everything was just as it's always been.
Sort of . . .
"I can't believe you have the same class as us," Chrissy sighed, crossing her arms.
Danny gave her a playful smile. "You know you love seeing my beautiful face every morning," he joked.
She rolled her eyes. "Dropping dead would be better, at this point."
"Awe, don't be like that," he cooed, putting an arm over her shoulder.
My eyes widened out of shock. If Chrissy reacted the same as the day at the park, then she would knock his soul out of his body. But, much to my surprise, she let his arm stay there as they walked. Although with a reluctant smile on her face. Which, when I further examined it, didn't seem too reluctant at all.
What . . . is happening?
"Um . . . are you guys . . . ?" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Chrissy looked at me for a moment, confused. When she saw where I was looking, her whole body tensed up. Within seconds, an elbow went straight for Danny's abdomen. My jaw dropped to the floor. He let out a deep groan before falling to the cold tile, wriggling around with hands around his stomach.
"Don't touch me," she spat viciously.
"Chrissy," I gasped. "Why would you do that?"
A cold bone-chilling glare made me close my mouth almost immediately. With a slight huff, she walked away. Doc Marten boots clomped on the floor as people avoided her and gave wary looks to Danny. I was the only one who went to help him up.
