The Odds in Our Favor (WLW)

TWELVE

★Kiara★

We were about to kiss. The tension in the air was so thick it was practically palpable. And then I was awoken by that stupid 5 AM alarm.

I am so screwed. Lucille keeps finding her way into my thoughts and it's really becoming a problem. Just now she had invaded my dreams. The two of us were on a date at the beach, and like I said, we almost kissed. I need to get over this.

I feel very awkward as I get ready for the day. It's Wednesday now, the 17th of September. Time is flying way too fast.

I accidentally make eye contact with Lucille through her mirror, I dart my eyes away. I was just throwing on a hoodie, and when it was pulled over my head, my eyes just so happened to look at her mirror right where her eyes had been looking. What are the chances?

I didn't really try with my outfit today. Just some black jeans, black hoodie, and a necklace made from paper clips. I run a brush through my hair and leave it at that.

I don't say a word to Lucille. I don't want to say or do something stupid. On Sunday, I ruffled her hair! Yesterday, I told her that her eyes are pretty. And it's true, they're beautiful. A grayish blue color. Her eyelashes seem to be naturally long and curled as well.

Anyway, she had been doing her eye makeup. It looked perfectly fine to me, but she wasn't content enough, so she started over. Eventually after like the third attempt I said her eyes are already pretty. And that she should stop wasting time dolling them up. She was running late. I was being considerate, you know. It was so awkward...

As I'm eating breakfast now, as is she, I still do not say anything. I don't even look at her.

I notice her in the corner of my eye opening her mouth, looking like she's about to speak. But she shuts it again. Really, we haven't even talked since yesterday morning. After school we'd said a single hey to one another, but then we went about our business.

I think it's my fault. It is my fault. I'm avoiding her because I'm too gay for this. I just don't want her to think I'm mad at her. No, I am mad at her for making me develop a massive crush on her.

I don't even know what did it. Her looks? Her smile and laugh? Her general personality? It doesn't make any sense.

There's no logic in love I suppose.

★★★

Lucille texted to let me know she'd be hanging out with her friend, Dakota, after school. I'm assuming that means the dorm will be empty, so I invite Deven over.

"Okay, so we're making progress. I've invited him to be my partner for a project—his name is Lucas by the way—and he's literally adorable." Deven is ranting about their crush. The same boy they brought up a few weeks ago. The one in their art history class. "I have his number now, which is great, and he seems to have an amazing sense of humor. Like, he's laughed at every joke I've made."

"Nice." All this crush talk is drawing Lucille back into my mind. I need to stop.

We enter the dorm. Deven, immediately able to tell which side of the room is mine, sits down on my bed. I join them.

"Wow, so it really is an opposites attract thing." They say, glancing over Lucille's half of the room.

"Shut up." I mutter, feeling warmth in my face from embarrassment.