Soola's POV
I thought it would be best to ask my sister for advice on this matter; if anyone could help me with boy trouble, it would be her.
We were sitting across from each other on the balcony, with a very calm breeze blowing towards us, and the sky looked very dark even though it was only about 9:00. My sister was worried about her perfect hair getting ruined, but I didn't care, because to me, the weather was beautiful.
I told her how Blake never had time for me anymore, and that it even seemed like he was intentionally making up excuses to not hang out with me.
Sabri just brushed it off, and spoke to me very nonchalantly, as though she were describing a grocery list; she was very detached, relaxed, and didn't seem to care about my problems.
"It might be best for the both of you to put your relationship on hold for now. He just seems really busy because he is hard-working, and if his personality clashes with yours that badly, it might be time to try to find another guy who is more compatible with your needs. He will always be hardworking, so that won't change. The best thing to do is to stay detached, take a step back, and try to focus on your studies for now. You have to either adapt to this behavior or find another guy."
What she said sounded a bit cold, but she made a good point. I had to stop living in my fantasy of Blake and start looking at the personality he was actually showing me. It wasn't going to get better, and to be honest, perhaps it wasn't meant to get better. Whatever his reason was for his behavior, it was clear he wasn't invested in me as much as I was in him, despite all the flirtatious words he kept saying to me.
"Thanks, Sabri.
"You give really good advice, and I'm sorry for bugging you."
"No worries!"
She smiled at me brightly and collected her things. "I'm going to do my homework now but I hope you figure out a solution."
With that, she went off on her own, leaving me to dwell with my overwhelming thoughts.
Something about this whole thing didn't sit right with me, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.
Blake's POV
"I had an amazing time with you," Lola gushed. She clutched the necklace I gave to her earlier, like it was a precious family artifact.
"The feeling is mutual," I said with much less interest than I actually felt. I was very happy to be around her, but I still wanted to act cool in her presence, to at least fake some compatibility. A part of me knew she was way too good for me, which was part of what motivated me so much.
"Thank you again for the necklace. I appreciate you driving me home."
"Anytime!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "If you ever need me to drop you off anywhere or pick you up, give me a call."
"Sure," she said teasingly. "I'll do the same.
"I better get inside before Mom scolds me. See you tomorrow."
"Can't wait, my angel."
We both blew each other goodbye kisses and with that, our date was over. I lingered by the door before leaving hesitantly.
Despite getting happy closure for the night, I still had so much I wanted to say to her.
When I got back home, I texted Pneudonna, hoping she might have still been awake. She was one of the few friends I had who was a girl and who I loved platonically. For the most part.
I was asking her for relationship advice without naming names, since I wanted the most objective advice possible.
Yes, I wanted to get rid of my current girlfriend, but I wanted to do it quietly, without getting in trouble, and in a way that is justified and detached. I lied and told her I was asking for my friend who was stuck between two different girls, and that he needed help.
She said that it would be best for "my friend" to come up with an excuse to break up with the girlfriend who is trash and pursue the one he fancies, since she will probably have more money anyways. She said "my friend" should bide his time, and wait for the perfect opportunity to break up, even if it is a small reason.
I thanked her gratefully and then the conversation shifted to school and careers before we called it a night. By the time we were done talking, it was past 11, and we were both tired anyways.
Soola has been nothing but perfect to me, at least. What could I possibly accuse her of that would have a grain of truth in it? Tomorrow when we meet in the library, I am going to do some digging.
Who would have dirt on her, that they would be willing to share with me?
