That One Summer

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Kailah's POV

We've been here for two weeks and it's been fun. Some of the kids I’m with in high jump are actually getting good and it’s funny how they still look at me with awe every time I jump.

Ian and I still hang out in our spot. At first, he kept on saying that we shouldn’t really go back there after all that happened. He was just so sweet but I insisted that it was ‘our spot’ and it’s not like that thing will happen again with Brad being sent home and all. We argued about it actually.

“It’s fine, Yanny”, for the hundredth time, I told him. “I just don’t want you to remember, you know—that.”, he reasoned out, looking genuinely concerned and I could see a slight irritation. I rolled my eyes at him. “You do remember who you’re talking to right? I.am.perfectly.fine. Capishe?”, I stated with a tone of finality. He just huffed and did something that took me by surprise. He yanked me by my wrists and enveloped me in a big tight embrace.

I blushed, people. What else! I lightly slapped his back and mumbled, “Worry wart”, which came out muffled since my whole face was practically in his chest. So, since I won the argument, we’ve been staying there every night before bed time.

But as any fun thing, it always comes to an end. We only have more or less than a week in summer camp.

I sometimes find myself sighing whenever I think about how much time left I can be with Ian . . .

STOP!

Don't misunderstand! I'll also miss Dylan, Garet and Rexine. Betty goes to our school so I'll get plenty of chance to be with her.

I wonder what school the others go to. Maybe we can meet up even after summer camp ends. We could throw parties and do crazy and fun things before school starts. Yeah, that’s it!

But what if they live so far away . . .

I let out a sigh.

"Do you want to go to the beach? Maybe we can ask Mr. Brendon to bring all of us to the beach? What do you think?", Kim asked, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts.

"Uh . . . Yeah, what's a summer without the beac-", I stopped as the scene in front of me made my heart clench. I couldn’t explain what it was. Well, it was like finding a box of pizza on the tabletop after a long day from school and you weren’t able to eat anything at all, but then finding out there’s no more left for you. It feels like you’ve been bitch-slapped so hard, your head turns a 360º.

"?" Huh?

I placed my hand above my heart, looking at it like it would talk and tell me why it was aching.

I looked up and saw it, and again I felt my heart squeeze. "Purps, what's wrong? Why'd you suddenly stop?", Kim asked but I wouldn't speak, my eyes were stuck. She turned her head towards the direction that I was looking at.

There he was, Ian. Surrounded by chicks. I’ve never been violent with girls before but right now, I wanted to rip their heads off! My eyes grew wide at what I just thought. What's wrong with me? And I could still feel my heart squeezing and it was becoming very painful. The doctor’s appointment really is now a priority. I turned to Kim to ask her to bring me to the clinic when I saw that she was looking at me with a grin. I was confused, can't she see that I was in pai-

She was looking at me the way a mother looks at her child when he or she has done something remarkable. "Do you feel that, Kay? Are you angry?", she asked. How'd she know I was angry? "How'd you know?", I asked, confused. "You're jealous.", she stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I scoffed in a very unlady-like manner. "Why would I be jealous? It's not like I like like him.", I protested in a have-you-lost-your-mind kind of way.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My hand flew to my mouth. Wha-. Ha! Ian? Me, liking Yanny? Psh! Get outta here! Nah! This is not possible! But I still felt my heart aching from what I just witnessed. Am I really j-jealous?

My mind went into a brief coma. Then as if my retarded brain cells started to work its cogs,

 . . . "I li-like h-him.", I mumbled in a very soft whisper. This doesn't make any sense. Why? When did it start? How did it happen? I was filled with so many questions that I thought my head would explode. Then I felt my body being enveloped in gentle arms. Kim was hugging me.

"I'm so happy for you, Purps! Isn't liking someone a very wonderful feelin-", "No, no, no", I kept on saying, interrupting her. She released me from her hug, held me at arms' length and looked at me like I was crazy. I looked at Ian and it seemed like he saw me. He pushed through the crowd of girls ogling him and made his way to where we were.

I panicked. SHIT! He’s coming over. He’ll notice! No Freaking way! "Please don't tell him, Kim.", I pleaded, I knew that my eyes were the widest they had ever been. She was wearing an expression that held understanding. She nodded. And I knew that she didn't expect what I was going to do as Ian was nearing us, basing from her reaction when . . .

I ran. Yes, I ran away. I left Kim, gawking and Ian shouting my name.

I ran and ran and ran until my legs were sore. How could this be possible? We were friends! I hated males!

I stayed in the confines of my room. My heart was still ramming loudly, I thought that it would jump out of my chest. The only support I had was the pillow that I was hugging. "Why, why, why?", I kept on mumbling to myself.

What changed? Boys are 'MESSY, PERVY, JERKS,'

Ian is a jerk, is messy, pervy, loud, dorky, annoying, sweet, cute, caring, nice and I like hi- . I gasped. I like him.

. . . So that explains the tingling feeling, the blushing, missing him, wanting to be around him and talk with him, the frantic heart beats and the comfort I felt when he was around.

. . This is Kim's fault! She always puts ideas in my head that it started to dig a hole . .

A very deep hole . . .

But I'm more at fault . . .

Because I let myself fall . . .

Later that day, Kim arrived demanding that I explain to her why I ran away but I just laid on my bed ignoring her, ignoring everyone. My mind was still trying to process what my stupid heart was feeling.

The next days, I've been trying to avoid being in the same room as Ian. When he'd call out to me, I would pretend that I didn't hear him. I could tell that he was very confused and hurt by my actions, if not for the face that he makes every time I turn away, then for the things that Kim has been telling me. "He thinks that he did something wrong, Kailah. Why are you doing this to him? He hasn't been talking much. He barely smiles! I'm amazed at how much you've affected him." and a lot more things that made me feel so guilty.

But I just can't face him . . and these feelings . . . yet.

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