Sophia

Chapter seven

Sophia

This is awful. This is worse than hating him.

Much worse.

This cannot be happening. How could I let this happen? I mean, it's Zach.

I have to be wrong. This has to be a mistake. I have to be mistaken.

I cannot have feelings for Zach.

I do not have feelings for Zach.

I screamed in my pillow causing my mother to burst into my room.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" She asked, coming to my bed.

"No" I mumbled into my pillow.

"Talk." She said, sitting down.

"I like someone. And I quite literally cannot like him." I said, slowly lifting my head off my pillow.

"Ok when did you realize you had feelings for Zach?" She asked.

How did she-

"It's very obvious love." She said. "So?"

I sighed and answered her question. "Last night"

"Sweetheart you'll figure it out. But until then, it's spirit week! Meaning no uniform! Get up and get ready honey." She said, leaving my room.

She's right. I cannot and will not allow Zach to ruin my week.

Even though he hasn't done anything.

I got up and got ready. Today's spirit day theme for seniors is favorite characters. I chose topanga lawrence because it's so easy.

I left my room and went to the kitchen to see my dad in the kitchen. "Hey sweety." He said, rubbing my head. "I heard about your situation." He said.

"Why do you know about this?" I asked grabbing the coffee pot.

"Your mom told me. I think this is great!" He said standing next to me.

It's not great, though. No matter my feelings for him, he still hates me. That's just how it is and how it always will be. These unreciprocated feelings are just here for now. That's it.

I said bye to my parents and left the house to go to school. I don't want to go because I know I'll see him and I can't. I cant see him right now because I know I will do or say something stupid and act like every other damn girl who falls at his feet.

At least that's what my heart is telling me I'll do. My brain, however, is stronger than my heart and 100x smarter. Nothing will be different. I'm good at hiding things. I've done it for so long that it's basically second nature.

I walked into school and everyone was freaking out about homecoming. Every turn you made you'd see teenage girls all over their boyfriends and posters everywhere. I hate it. Not because I'm bitter but because i'm not like most girls.

I'm kidding. I am literally exactly like every other girl.

I've never enjoyed homecoming. Ever since freshmen year when I said yes to the first guy that asked me to go with him. Awful. Truly awful.