August 31st, 9:58 PM
I'm watching a movie in the downstairs living room with Kiara. To All The Boys I've Loved Before. Kiara has probably watched this movie three times now, but she's begged me to watch it with her the fourth time.
"Peter Kavinsky is so cute!" Kiara squeals.
I look at her with the flattest expression. "Really, Kiara?"
She blushes, "Yes. You don't think so?"
"I mean he's alri-"
"Laura Jean is sooo lucky."
I awkwardly laugh. "Okay, whatever." Suddenly, the microwave beeps in the kitchen, and the whole house smells of delicious butter popcorn. "Our popcorns ready" I tell her.
"Oooh, yummy." Kiara is still staring at the TV admiring her celebrity crush.
I roll my eyes and get up to grab the popcorn. When I head back, I notice my phone light up on the coffee table. It's a text from Eve.
That's funny, she usually doesn't text me.
I hold out the popcorn to Kiara, "Hold this." She grabs it but clearly isn't paying attention. Even popcorn couldn't take her focus away from Peter.
I unlock my phone and open her message.
I TEXTED HIM BRO
At first, I'm confused. But then I think back to English class today, and how that boy was looking at her after class.
I begin to type.
REALLY?!?
She answers right away.
HE DOESNT HAVE A GF
I immediately smile. He doesn't have a girlfriend? But he's such an attractive guy.
THATS GOOD, RIGHT?
yessss it'se my time to shine
I frown. So she likes him back?
Wait.
Why do I even care? It's not like I like him, or he likes me. After all, he was staring at Eve today. Not me.
I take a moment to sit down on the couch and reread our conversation. Okay, let's just play it cool.
soo are u gonna shoot ur shot or what?
Eve reacts to my text with an emphasize.
idk, should i? he's cute asf and i haven't had a bf since freshman year. but i can tell he's into me by the way he looked at me today.
My heart sinks. I don't like him, but for some reason the idea of him liking another girl hurts. But seriously, I don't like him.
yea do it!! i reply.
Why does it hurt to encourage her to respond? I'm doing a good thing, I think to myself.
she takes a couple minutes to reply back. okay, sorry, i was thinking. i'm gonna ask him if he wants a girlfriend.
okayy lol good luck
She doesn't respond back and I turn off my phone. Kiara has already started on eating some popcorn, close to reaching the halfway point of the bag.
"You didn't save any for me!" I yell at her.
"I didn't think you wanted any! You were too busy frowning at your freaking phone!" She huffs, "Who are you talking to anyway?"
"None of your business. Nevermind, have the popcorn. I'm going upstairs."
"More for me I guess."
I leave the room and head upstairs. The rest of the night I can't help but think about the situation. Am I being dramatic? I shouldn't even care this much.
But I do.
I do care.
It's weird. It's not that I have a crush on him or anything. He's just a cute guy, and I'd prefer it if he liked me instead.
But that's selfish.
I finally make it to my room and plop onto my twin sized bed. I'm not selfish, am I?
I want to grab my pillow and scream into it. Moms not home to tell me not to do so.
Instead, I grab my laptop and try to get my mind of the whole thing by doing some English homework, and after around thirty minutes, I successfully doze off into slumber.
