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Ch 3. He Doesn't Want To Know

Heeey :) I just got my computer fixed and had to write another chapter. Also, as usual please comment, rate or whatever if u like :) Well at least give me a comment so that I know if someone actually appreciate this story.

- Cellinda

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Maybe he won't recognise me? Hey, what do I mean "maybe"?! I've totally changed, he won't recognise the tomboy right? Right?! But I've hung with him since I was 2 years old! No, I'm getting confused. Will he or not?!

I looked at Mia pretending to listening to her, but it was noticeable that I wasn't because she nearly drooled over Devon. He's a great eyecandy, I admit it. But he's only into his Makiman if I am right. No, that can't be - that's when we were like seven, there's no way he's into that shit. I wonder if he has changed. I covered my face, making it look natural to hide my face from him. I splitted a little hole between my fingers to see what he did. He looked at me. I am dead meat.

I didn't hear what they talked about - but probably about me. Something like "Who's that?"

"That's Chantelle, the cheerleader."

"She's hot."

Well maybe something like that(I am not bragging, I've heard so many of conversations about me like that it makes me sick.). After they shut their mouths he looked at me again. I automatically shut the little peek hole when his eyes scanned me from up to down. He suddenly jumped out of his round seat surronding the round table and headed towards me. I panicked.

What to do?! "He doesn't even recognise you!" my blondimode said. "I mean, look! You were like... totally an ugly tomboy before!" My one-mode sighed. "Well, So-rry that I wasn't stupid before!" she said with extra sarcasm into the "sorry". my blondi- and ghetto-mode started a stupid fight.

"And he has known me since I was 2 years old! If he doesn't recognise he seriously is mental!"

"Hey, you have become a opposite of when you knew him before! You wear high heels, have your hair reaching to your waist, you wear make-up, and talk like this!" blondie-me screamed with a even higher pitched voice. The voice that echoed in my head made me shiver.

"Stop it, you two. Let's just introduce yourself and you'll see if he recognises you." the polite me butted in. All the other modes agreed.

When he finally reached me I looked up. He just stood there for a while but later on he finally said it.

"Chantelle?" His dark voice flew into my head and I started comparing his voice when we were kids to his new, more manly voice. We've both come into this teenagers phase. I almost forgot to answer him when i drowned into his voice.

"Hi... Chantelle Marjour, can I help you...?" I asked and shook his hand. I used the second-mode's words with the third-modes attitude. His eyes widened. "It's me... Devon Crafts...Do you recognise me?" he stammered. He know who I am. He'll tell everyone.

"Chantelle is an ugly tomboy!" was what I heard in my head imagining how this would turn out. But actually, an ugly tomboy is maybe a bit exaggerating but still. Hundreds of thought of how this will become spun around my head and my one-mode but took over me - and snapped.

The sound of the chair that fell back made an awful noise and gave me shivers. Everyones heads flew up because I just suddenly stood up from nowhere. Ghetto-me didn't intend to give him special treatment because of our beautiful past. I grabbed his leatherjackets neckpart and pulled him out of the cafeteria.

When we were out of the sightline I pulled his jacket up, pushing him into a corner. No mercy, was all I could think of. "Don't you dare to tell anyone." I hissed like a poisonous snake. Even though he didn't look scared I still wasn't done. I have even more. A big silence went past us. Then he broke down the sudden silence.

"What have happened to you, Chantelle?" was all he got out. Emotionless.

I thought of everything that had happened. It made my eyes a bit teary but I sucked it in strongly and hid the tears somewhere else. But I felt it. Soon those tears I've been sucking in will just break out. Why am I continuing like this everyday? I dropped my attitude and instead my emotional part showed to Devon. I didn't know how I looked like but I was distracted by his light blue deep eyes. They suddenly got bigger when he looked into mine. I knew that my eyes told him at least a thousand different words. Once I thought of that I closed my eyes and looked away. He'll find my weakness. He already has it but still.

"That's it. Forget it, I don't want to know."

He left silently and I couldn't be more surprised. It's good. But will he tell? I couldn't think clearly. Why doesn't he want to know?!

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Commeeeent! :) btw, next chapter will be Devon's POV :)