Fixing Him

Chapter 3

Again, I have dealt with lots of young men. I have guy friends, I have met guys who like me, I have met guys who don't like me, I have met the random male stranger, I interact with a lot of normal, high-school boys everyday. It has so happened that a sentence or two, the ones that are exceptionally kind or rude, stay with me sometimes. What has never happened is: a pair of icy eyes etched onto the screen of my mind, a husky voice replaying itself over and over and a face that won't leave my thoughts.

There is no such thing as 'love at first sight'. Well, even if there is, I do not believe in it. This must be due to the fact that he is my responsibility now, he's a.. task. I like getting my tasks done as soon as possible. That's why he's in my head. His looks might also have a little to do with it.

I was kept up till about midnight, trying to figure out a nice approach. It was way too late, the maximum I stay up is till 11AM, and that is when I have too much homework. 'It's only been a day and he has already snatched my sleep' I grumbled. There was no 'nice' way to approach him. He seemed so not-nice that every nice way also turned into not-nice when it concerned him.

I opened my phone to scroll on instagram for a while, it was almost a subconscious act. Night time meant deep posts.

"i want him to tell me his favourite colour, his deepest secrets, what ticks him off and how his fantasy kiss would be. i want to tell him all that about me too. most of all, i want to tell him that i love him, that i always did." #crush #quotes #onesidedlove

One-sided love. Could I.. I could! I can tell him I have a crush on him and that I can't hold it in any longer and that I want to be with him! Maybe in a more suble way, but yes! He has to have at least some mercy on someone who 'likes' him, right?

Before I could celebrate my successful plan with some sleep, though, my mind bugged me with 'What will everyone think?! Are you ready to give up your reputation to fix the badboy's little issues?' Oh well. I had to be around him anyway, he wouldn't tell anyone it was because of a crush, would he? ..It'd be very spiteful of him to take the pains of actually talking to someone to rat me out like that.. Positive thoughts!

With that, I finally slipped into dreamland. Today, we were proposing a bad boy with a big bouquet of red roses.

I woke up 6 minutes before my alarm. The badboy had said no, and I'd gotten heartbroken and was stuffing myself with icecream. Pft. Thank goodness that's not a possibility - getting heartbroken, I mean. Not stuffing myself with icecream, that happens quite often.

I got dressed, making an effort to look good. Alex couldn't be indifferent to someone this cute. Not arrogance, just positivity. I was ready to take on the day. I rushed downstairs, make-an-effort-to-look-good wasn't a part of my schedule.

"Wish me luck, mom!"

"For what, honey?" My mum asked. She was your typical sweetheart, taking care of everything and everyone. People said I looked a lot like my dad, but I aspired to be as kind, loving and hardworking as my mom. Not that my dad wasn't so.. I mean, he must be. I just don't get to spend as much time with him.

"I need luck for everything, mom" she kissed my forehead, "Good luck for everything, then." I grabbed an apple and I was off to school.

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Alex wasn't in homeroom. I heaved a sigh of relief, and hoped he'd be absent. We could have the action starting tomorrow, I was in no hurry to spill my 'feelings'.

I constantly kept looking around for him, but instead of wanting to see him, each time I just prayed he wouldn't be around. It was lunch time, and I was still safe from any embarrassment. I walked over to Hazel.

"Hey there, El. Wassup?" "Eh, nothing much. Just the usual," Till now. "Whom were you looking for before last period, I tried to wave at you but you were distracted?" she asked. "Oh," I laughed. I'll tell her. All of it, though? "Actually.." I told her about the dean's deal and the interaction with Alex yesterday. Her mouth was agape through most of it. "This should be interesting. What are you planning to do?" I hesitated for a moment about the idea. Oh, to hell with it. Even if it's too silly, she'll tell me. She might even tell me some good story, that bookworm.

"Don't laugh, okay?" She was already grinning. I told her my plan, and her mouth was agape again. This time even wider. "You actually thought of that yourself? Miss Ellen-No Boys-Winters?" I nudged her defensively. "I'm sure you can think of something better, help me." "Maybe I'm too surprised right now, or maybe that is a good idea, 'cause I can't really think of anything better," she said. "Really?" I was surprised, her mind was over saturated with stories and she found this one good? That's something. "Yeah," she mumbled, we got up to leave. "I just hope you know that this can only end in two ways, either love or.." she started walking backwards, "heartbreak."

Before I could laugh in her face, she turned and walked away, "Ciao!". I turned too, silently laughing to myself, "Love or heartbreak, yeah, right."

Then I bumped right into a hard yet soft, very good-smelling wall.

A/N: Ayyyy. Sorry about the almost 2 years delay. I started this story simply 'cause I felt like writing.. and hence I simply stopped it. Now, I again got some motivation to write, let's hope it stays this time.

Alsooo, I doubled the word count in this chapter, hehe. Das watchu get for waiting 2 years. Jk my chapters were tew smol. Next update, no one knows when.

Ciao for now!
Hazzy.