Leaving The Friendzone

Chapter 41

Elena Sergio.

It was the last period of the next day of school, the day after Daniel and I almost locked our lips. It was funny how we both seemed to realize ourselves at the right moment, just before our lips met. And I was glad we didn't.

I had no physical attraction toward Daniel, that was for sure. He was a great guy, equally breathtaking as KJ was, but I loved one person, and that was Matthew. I wasn't going to ignore that fact just because we argued.

And I was sure Daniel didn't have feelings for me too, because why would he? Plus, he knew I was dating Matthew, and he and Matthew were buddies as far as I knew. Daniel wasn't a troublemaker or one that seemed like he liked the idea of stress, so going all out just to take what belonged to someone else didn't seem much like something he'd do.

What happened yesterday at the park, while we were seated at that cement bench was simply a thing of the moment and would never happen again. Not while I could help it. And Daniel had apologized after what had almost happened. Said he didn't mean to. I apologized too and told him I was sorry.

So like I said, it was the last period of the day and I was in the same class as Matthew, him sitting two seats before me.

I didn't pay attention throughout the lesson. No sir, I did not, that was for sure. Instead, I spent the whole time staring—boring rather a hole into the back of Matthew's head. I wondered if he could feel the heat of my gaze from where he sat, if he could hear my thoughts from where I was seated because they were so loud in my ears, it felt like the entire class could hear them but I just didn't know yet.

The guilt was eating me up too. I felt this sudden, urgent and unquenchable drive to tell Matthew all about it the moment I could, and convince him to not be upset or suspicious. The urge to prove myself worthy held a strong fort in my mind and all I could think of doing after the lessons ended was telling Matthew about everything, whether or not he liked it, just so I could shake off the feeling of hiding something from my best friend. And that had never happened. Even the thought of it was absurd, I'd never hidden anything from Matthew as long as I knew it'd be bad hiding it from him.

The bell rang then, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp, searing sword and startling me into a mild but luckily inaudible yelp.

At once, students began drawing their chairs back and milling out of the classroom, not even bothering to wait for the teacher to be done with his statement. But it was normal anyway, the students left immediately after the bell went off, so the teacher wasn't too fazed by it.

At once, I grabbed my backpack off the floor, drew back, and stood up, right at that moment Matthew did just the same. He turned then, his blue gaze falling on me almost immediately. My breath hitched in my throat suddenly. It felt like Matthew knew even before I'd told him. But of course, he didn't, unless I somehow telepathically did, which by the way was impossible.

And then he was walking over to me. Slow, purposeful steps towards me.

"Hey," he said getting to me. There was no smile on his face but the one there didn't look like he was upset in any way.

"Hey!" I said too quickly, a smile stretching across my lips on the other hand.

Matthew didn't seem to notice the shake in my hands or if he did he'd be asking questions by now.

"Can we talk outside?" He asked instead.

I stared at him. Well, if we weren't talking right now then I wondered what talking meant. And then I realized that he asked if we could go outside. The difference this time, other than the fact that we were talking already, was that he wanted us to talk outside the class.