𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐧 𖤐 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫

11: brainwashed

"She dating Kenneth?!"

I nod my head slightly. It's been a rough week for me.

Benny and Spencer are not handling the news very well either. "This makes no sense! You and Marcella went on a date a week and a half ago, right? How the hell does she end up with Kenneth?" Spencer panics.

I shrug my shoulders carelessly.

Benny squints at me. "Did you reject her?"

"N-no. I think..."

"What?!"

"She asked if I liked her. I played dumb and said yes that I like her...as a friend." I sigh, realizing that was a huge mistake. "She has been acting weird around me ever since..."

Spencer sighs, "It has been weird, now that Kenneth is her new translator."

I couldn't take the conversation anymore, the thought of Marcella having someone else to talk to that's not me made be burst into sobs. I now realize how strong my feelings are for her, and I blew it...

"Y/n!" My friends rushed to my side, hugging me close. "Oh buddy...It'll be okay..."

I shook my head. "No no no...I messed up...and I miss her so much." I sniffle, "I was such an idiot for believing we were just friends instead of shooting my shot. I just...didn't want to lose her as my friend...but this is worse."

Benny and Spencer looked at each other as they held me. "Don't cry bud, we'll figure something out." Benny says seriously.

On my way to class as I cleared the tears out of my eyes, I didn't watch where I was going and bumped into someone. "Oh- i'm sorry." I apologize picking up the persons notebook. The cover had the initials 'SNE'...in Korean (ㅅㄴㅇ)

I looked at her. She was different. "Marcella...when did you start wearing black?" I ask, looking at her outfit and internally turning my nose up at it because she doesn't look good in the outfit she's wearing.

She shrugs, "It's about time I started growing up. Blue is for babies." She said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But you love blue, you wear it to match with Ella." 

"That old thing? I threw her away. I don't know why I was still playing with dolls in high school."

My heart broke once again. "Marcella this isn't you."

"It's Cella. And this is me. Look around, people like me. No one makes fun of me anymore and I have so many new friends." She says, "Aren't I better than before?"

I wanted to lie, but I couldn't. "No..."

"Hey Y/n. Haven't seen you in a minute." That familiar voice only used by Kenneth spoke. "Wow, you look rough." He says, wrapping his arm over Marcella's shoulder.

"Kenneth what have you done to her?" I glare at him.

Kenneth shrugs his shoulders. "Just turning Cella into her inner badass. She's gorgeous isn't she? You like black better right babe?" He lifts her chin, looking into her eyes.

I tried my best to not get mad, even though I was extremely jealous. But I could see in Marcella's face expression that she didn't like the way she's living. "Marcella..."

"Her name is Cella, you jerk."

"I'm the jerk? You don't even like her."

"Of course I like her, otherwise I wouldn't be dating-"

"That never stopped you before from dating other girls because you don't like them for who they are." I say in Korean, making Marcella's eyes widen.

She looked at Kenneth, "You told me you've never dated anyone else..."

Kenneth was getting nervous, "I never dated anyone as special as you. You're different Cella, I genuinely feel strong feelings that I have never felt for anyone-"

"Bullshit!" I interrupt. "Naeun was different until you turned her into someone you found attractive. She is the sweetest, kindest, most purest being to ever walk into anyone's life. She was perfect just the way she was, liking blue, playing with dolls, and hanging out at a playground. She is the only person that understands value, that's why you should have valued her for herself, because she's so so valuable and...I never should have let her go." I hold back my emotions as I poured my heart out. "Marcella...I lov-"

"Her name is Cella!" Kenneth bursts, grabbing Marcella's face and forcing her to kiss him. But their lips barely touched as I pulled him off of her with all my strength. 

I had no idea I had so much strength because Kenneth stumbled back so hard he slammed into a locker, making a huge dent. Looking around I saw all the students staring at me and Kenneth. But I only looked at Marcella, she looked scared. She was scared...of me.

What have I done...