Kim:
Listening to Chris talk about feelings was like listening to an owl rap Eminem.
I turned my body all the way around and he sat down again.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He sighed and tried not to meet my eyes. He was nervous.
"Let's pretend I never did what I did with Mrs. Tran, okay?"
I tried to but just the mention of it made a hard lump form in my throat. I swallowed and said, "Okay."
"How would you feel about me? Or how do I make you feel?" he asked with complete concern.
I tried to get an honest answer. How did I feel about Chris? Man-whore, boy next door, teacher fucking Chris. He was hot as hell but other than physical attraction, Chris was just Chris.
But he looked so sensitive and vulnerable as if my answer was gonna get him through the rest of the day.
"Why do you ask?" I said, trying to stall for time.
He shrugged. "Lately all Kae ever wants to talk about is feelings." He rolled his eyes. "I guess it's kinda rubbed off on me."
"Oh," I tried to search hard for an honest answer. His face was so innocent and sincere with his huge brown, nearly black eyes. I didnt wanna hurt his feelings.
"Um, ugh...You make me feel like a-" I couldnt even finish because I couldnt think of a straight answer. I just shut my mouth and shook my head.
He looked down disappointed and sighed. "Okay," he said and began to get up. Until he had bounced off my bed, I hadnt realized how closes are faces were a few seconds ago. He reached around me, grabbed his science book and waved goodbye before leaving with a sad look on his face.
Watching him go left my chest pumping up and down, as if my heart was gonna beat right out of my rib cage. I tugged my stomach and groaned.
I didnt hate him so much anymore. In fact, I think I was starting to feel the exact opposite.
Monday mornings were the worst. I hated them a little bit more than Saturdays, but hey. Who didnt hate Mondays?
Waking up was hard since I had awoken from a blissful dream where I saw Tyga on my left and Chris on my right. I dont read too much into dreams but this one made me think. I had officially opened my eyes at five o' clock on the dot, but didnt get out of bed till five-twenty. I watched the sun rise from out my window. Cheesy, I know but it was truly beautiful.
I growled my way out of bed into the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. My hair waved up as I stepped from the shower and I didnt have the strength to straighten it again, so I let it be.
My mom offered to drive me to school but I declined and kissed Romeo goodbye before they left. I buttoned my jeans up and gathered my things together then waited for Tyga to pull up. Since I had some spare time, I looked over at Chris house only to see that his car was gone and his blinds were closed. Had I upset him that much for him to just leave without a good morning?
I thought hard about him until I heard Tyga's horn honk. I took my time going downstairs and climbing into his car. Still feeling guilty and wrong about kissing Chris twice, I barely said good morning. Chris fucked his girlfiend's mom and he could talk to her with ease. I simply tongued him and now I cant even look Tyga in the eye! How fucked up is that? When we arrived at school, I felt relieved to be out of the same car as the boy whose heart I was secretly breaking.
...
The day flew by.
Until last period.
Science.
