Leaving The Friendzone

Chapter 23

Matthews Dunlop.

"Make sure you get to school on time," Clara said before she hung up the phone that morning. I was just about to brush my teeth and get ready for school. Me standing before the mirror, admiring what I possess, my beauty, strength, and nice body. Indeed I was a perfect creation from the Lord.

Clara and I were having a very good friendship going steady. We attained a level of intimacy where we weren't bothered about anything and we were comfortable around our presence. She made a very good friend and I was glad about that.

I freshened up and got into my jeans and a black shirt, got my powder to lighten up my face and also dressed my hair properly. My look needed to speak for me. My bag was kept in the sitting room last night, a habit I needed to stop. My parents had complained a lot of times about it but I never had to quit. It wasn't what I planned for. Sometimes I get caught off guard about it. One minute I might be so engrossed with my assignment or the television and when I plan on taking my good night's sleep, I forget to take everything upstairs with me. I knew I'd change one day but it wasn't today.

"Matthews, come and have your breakfast," Mom called out from the kitchen as busy as she got. I got there meeting my bread and jam wrapped perfectly with a transparent bag, two slices each, and my yogurt beside it. A perfect combo for a perfect morning.

I greeted my dad as well and hurried out of the building. Something came to my mind and I was hyped about it. Prom night finally came soon. We were a week away from the event. I squeaked, causing eyes to look at me and also my parents' attention.

"Matthews are you alright?" Dad yelled from inside. He sounded pretty worried. I must have scared him a bit.

"No! Sorry I was just excited!" I exclaimed with a big smile on my face and chuckled. Walking to where my bike was parked, I cleaned it with a rag before I climbed on it to get to school.

It was still 7:30 in the morning and it seemed pretty early. Clara had been monitoring my morning routine for some weeks now since we became close. She never wanted me to be a latecomer at all. All these features weren't seen in her back then when I knew nothing about her because she was close to Anabel. I expected her to portray herself as one but nothing was seen.

She was a fashionista though. She was seen most times in crazy outfits, showing how beautiful she could be, making her be seen in the spotlight. Most times Anabel would complain about it. I knew back then that she was feeling inferior, anything that made her feel less of a person, she hated. She might have reduced her swag to satisfy Anabel but she still for everything together.

I rode my bike at an average pace, no rush or pressure. Everyone on the street seemed busy with their morning activities. Those who woke up early to get fit by taking a jog on the sidewalk, others always acted like every minute was against them, always in panic and anxiety, rushing to get a taxi to reach their final destination. I saw little kids preparing to get to school while their parents planned to take them. This brought Elena back to my head.

Two kids acted like they were the best of buds toward each other. They walked side by side, holding hands and swinging them together while they took their walk. It was beautiful to watch but it saddened my heart. I remembered Elena on that spot, a feeling I've been avoiding for a long time. Ever since KJ came into the picture, it had been one argument to another. We couldn't have the time to settle things between us. I blame myself because I thought I was running away from not being the victim.

Finally got to school in twenty minutes. My legs ached from the bicycle ride I had while getting to school. I got down a bit and stretched them a little. My legs needed it and I got relieved. I walked to the bicycle parking lot, pushing it by my side when my eyes sighted Clara at the school entrance. She was just getting to school.