A book about a girl who is crazily in love, and a boy who is crazily aloof.
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Saira's mind always travelled between realms of her own world. Sometimes it's about the existence of a parallel universe where she imagined trees to be purple, sometimes...
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Watching shows is something I've always done to get my mind off things--forget about them. But something bugged me about the way Pete left after I told everyone Ezekiel Knight was my boyfriend.
He just up and left.
Nobody made a move to go after him.
And I just didn't want to.
It's been two days since then and I haven't heard a peep from him.
It's something he does that I hate. He disappears. Then he comes back. He's fine for a few days. He disappears again.
He'd be out partying, drinking, and everything else I'm clueless about, but here I am, trying to watch shows to get my mind off his bullshit on a holiday.
I've never felt so lame.
Sure, I've done cool things like walking the runway, but I was still so lame at the end of the day and no amount of fame or recognition I received made up for what I personally lacked; coolness.
I wasn't at all cool, but I sure counted myself as lucky.
But I started to second guess everything about me being lucky when Paige called me over to her house.
My thought process went like this when I was driving over to her:
I should be lucky right? That I managed to get the guy of my dreams? Something that happens to very few people. I should be happy for myself right? But the thing was, it doesn't feel as amazing as I thought it would.
Because I didn't have my best friend to share it with.
That took me slower to realize--as I was on my way to his girlfriend's house.
I groaned as I stopped the vehicle in front of her house.
I wanted to help her, I really did, but the thing is, Peter is nowhere in the picture. He was never in it for Paige.
"Hey, come in." Paige smiled, holding the door for me just as I was about to knock.
I stepped inside and immediately smelt chocolate.
"Are we baking?" I asked cheekily.
"Yup," she quipped, pulling me inside the kitchen. "But I'll let you do everything since youre the baking god."
I smirked.
"Anything you want with it?" I asked, tying myself in an apron.
"Ice cream?" She propped herself up on the counter. "Wait, cupcakes if we have extra batter."
I tied my hair and got to work. I knew Paige wanted me to come over for another reason, but I just let her take her time with it. I had a hunch it was about Pete.
"Soooo how are things with you and Zeke?" She asked as I poured some chocolate powder into a bowl.
I smiled.
"It's great, it's good."
Honestly, it was amazing, but I didn't want to reveal much. It's something just between Zeke and I, and it felt kind of important to keep it like that.
"Well, I'm happy for you," she sounded genuine.
I didn't want to ask her how things were with Pete. I did care about it, but it just seemed like asking her that wouldn't be a good idea.
But luckily, she opened up the topic herself.
Sai," she began, "I don't know if I'm doing something wrong."
She was picking at the paint in her nails, looking intently at them as she spoke.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly.
"With Pete. I think I'm doing something wrong."
I sighed, pouring some butter in the bowl along with sugar and eggs.
"It's not you, it's him." I tied to get through to her.
She shook her head, covering her face with her hands and let out a quiet groan, looking up at me with desperate eyes.
"I like him so much Sai, but he doesn't even-"
"Listen," I interrupt her, leaving my batter aside. "You shouldn't feel like you need to meet his expectations or anything like that. He's an asshole, but he's Pete under all that. He'll come around."
"--know the half of it," she muttered under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing, I think you're right."
She gave me a strained smile. I knew I wasn't much help here, but at least I could bake her something.
Maybe that could be my cool thing--baking. That's always been my cool thing.
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My phone has been useless like me until I met Zeke. The constant buzzes that I usually never paid a mind to, now made me jump up on my feet to see if I got a text from Zeke.
My boyfriend Zeke.
Surreal things.
When I picked up my phone when it buzzed during dinner, I was sure it was from Zeke.
And it was.
Zeke: Where are you?
Me: At home, why?
Zeke: I want to see you.
I'm pretty sure I passed out. He wanted to see me. He wanted to see me. My parents looked at me with a funny look but only rolled their eyes.
Me: *insert blush emoji*
Zeke: Do you mind if I swing by your house?
Me: This late??
Zeke: *insert shy smile*
My heart exploded. Exploded with the images of Zeke being shy.
