Love Alarm [Based On A True Story]

Claire

As if in reflex, I almost jumped out of my skin as Nat's voice reached my ears. I turned to look at her, my heart racing in my chest at the same time I tried to display a smile, which, as a matter of fact, was proving hard after what I just saw.

"Nat wh-"

If I hadn't moved back in time, the edges of the papers would surely have cut my cheeks at the force and speed Nat grabbed the notepad from me, her eyes set in a glare. She was furious. "What do you think you are doing?"

Why...is she mad? What reason exactly?

I'm curious.

"I just happened to see-"

"My friends' information?" Nat cut in with an anger I had never seen in her before, startling me. "After I told you a million times not to!?"

That is what she was worried about? Instead of the fact that I just happened to find out her friends consider me enemies when I never did anything to them?

I wanted to speak, I wanted to tell her what was on my mind, but at that very moment, my voice had somehow dried up and no words came. All I did was stutter, which made me look like a fool and before I knew it, Nat stormed away, turning her back to me in a way that I already knew what it meant.

She was mad at me, and not just simply mad. Mad in the sense that our friendship was at risk.

And did I care? I don't know. I don't know anything at all.

Did she not want me to see because she thought I would be hurt, or because she didn't want me to know what her besties thought about me?

I would have believed the first option but given her reaction towards me when I'm the one that is hurt, I don't think that is the case.

And yes, I was hurt. I didn't know it would affect me so much but it did. This was the first time someone was making an enemy of me, with no real reason. And strangely, it was affecting me a lot more than I imagined.

As if I wanted them to like me.

Speaking of liking, I turned sideways to glance at my right, at a certain blonde boy who was busy scribbling something in a notebook. I stared at him for a full minute, drinking in his beauty.

His blonde locks shining with the morning sunlight, the little freckles all over his cheeks and nose, his crystal grey eyes and long lashes.

He was a beauty, and this only made my heart hammer even more in my chest. Because the more I stared, the more I realized something.

He wasn't the one doing the staring anymore. It was me.

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Is it safe to say now that my friendship with not only Nat but Riley had been tarnished after that day's incident? I guess it is.