Advice 101

03

Louise Hamilton

Problem: We're not ex-lovers, we're ex-almost lovers.

- still loving him

Advice 101: Hello, Miss! I don't really get what you want advice on, but what I say is this : You love him? GO AND GET HIM. Tell him before it's too late. You claim that you were never in a relationship, but from what I read, It seems like you BOTH love each other. Ask him out! Someone has to have balls in your relationship, if he doesn't have the guts to do it, you do it. Wishing you all the best -Rainbow.

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I walk over to her, the girl I used to call my best friend. She's at her locker, fixing her things before the bell rings for our morning classes. It was her first day back, and everyone who remembered her were ecstatic now that she's back. From what I've been hearing, they (those who remember her anyway) think that 'the trio' would reunite. The trio being her, Ara, and I. We used to be the most popular girls in middle school, way before Ara and I met our best friends. And since Radendale (rey-den-deyl) is a small town, people tend to know each other since their diaper days.

As I near her locker, I hear whispers of how we were finally gonna talk, and how the trio would unite after how many years. I tapped her shoulder, and she fixed her things one last time and shut her locker.

"Louis! I missed you!" She shrieks, having the decency to actually say that she missed me. She looks around and asks, "Where's Bella?"

"Can you not?" I snarled. "You don't have the right to call her Bella, much less call me Louis." I felt bad saying these things to her, but then I remembered what she did. Or what she didn't do.

"Oh, skipping the pleasantries I see." She hummed. "So, what did you want then Louise? " She says, saying my name sarcastically.

"Why are you here?" I sneered at her.

"Well Louise, I believe that it's a free country, so I could be where ever I want." She smirks, before leaving to her first class of the day.

I sigh as I walk down the hallway and up the stairs to my next class, which was advanced art, my favorite of course. Jordan left town the summer before freshman year, Ara and I drifted apart after she left. And that's the year I got closer to Lana, one of the smartest at the school. And the newest transfer at that time, Jane.

I arrived in front of my classroom door three minutes before the bell rings. I look around the room to look for a vacant seat, and saw one on the last row right beside the window. I tapped the guy beside the seat and asked, "Hey, is this seat taken?"

I was surprised when the boy blushed and looked at me with wide eyes. "Uh, y-yeah. Go ahead." He stutters out.

"Thanks." I muttered as I take out my sketchpad and continued my drawing of a family eating in their garden. While drawing, I could feel the boy's eyes on me, so I looked up to see him look away and looking like a tomato.