The Truth About Nora Jones

The worst timing

I narrow my eyes, waiting for Ann-Marie to tell me anything. Trying to act tough, I cross my arms over my chest, squinting my eyes as I stare at her with hatred.

Go ahead, barbie. I encourage her coldly

Nora is a m0th3rfuck!ng jerk that doesn't know how to handle herself. She lied to you this whole time, and she never liked you. She played with your heart. (Ann-Marie grins mischievously and opens her arms wide, as if expecting me to hug her) That's why you should get back to me, I'm loyal.

I must admit, she almost got me a second. But I have no proof. And Ann-Marie is the queen of manipulation. She would do anything to fulfill her own desires. Willing to hear her out just to break her afterwards, I let her talk.

Any proof, blondie? I ask her coldly, tightening my grip on the bag in my left hand

My ex-girlfriend giggles, her laugh sounding idiot, as always. "Gloup, gloup, gloup"-it looks like she's dying, and you always feel embarrassed when she's laughing. You just can't help it.

I notice her narrowing her eyes again, her fake eyelashes fluttering as she blinks. Ew. I'd like her better natural. But my heart already belongs to somebody else, and she's not going to stop me with that.

Oh, of course I do! It's just obvious! Every time I see her face, I want to slap her! And it's not because I hate her, it's because I know she'll hurt you but I don't want her to do that! Not again! She made you a softie!

Exasperated, I roll my eyes and sigh deeply. What do you want me to add to this? She's such a bad liar when she's looking for excuses! Right now, I can see deep in her eyes that she hopes I'll believe her.

I notice one hand behind her back, so I go ahead and ask her something, hoping to catch her lies as I peek my head:

Are you hiding anything behind you? You look like there's something in your hand! I suspect, watching her hand

Ann-Marie sneers and rolls her eyes, as if I said the most stupid thing she's ever heard. Trying not to feel embarrassed by her attitude, I release my arms along my body as I stare at her intently.

Jeez, calm down, Jules, it's just my phone! She claims innocently as she shows me her phone

I narrow one eyebrow, suspicious, as I ask her:

Are you recording this conversation, blondie? It looks like you want to show off how "cool" you are and everything...You're just mad I said no!

Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could but I don't even remember my password. How do you think I could even enter my phone?

I sigh and mumble in my breath "She can still swipe to make videos, though." She annoys me so much! I wish I could leave, but I know I'd look like a coward. And I don't want Nora to think I AM a coward. Nobody likes cowards as friends, more precisely.

It doesn't look like it, but I'm that type of person to overthink everything...Yeah, me, the "perfect" boy with blue eyed and brown hair, that everyone likes.

I wish it was true. I used to be arrogant. Selfish. Selfless. Self-centered and hard-to-get. Yet, when I look at myself in the mirror these days, I've changed. I no more look like that gym guy. I look kinder. Softer. Rougher.

Is that a good thing? I have no idea. But what I know is that Nora changed me. For the best. When I learned we had something in common, - except our hair color- I couldn't help but feel happier.

Sometimes I feel like I never should've accepted the fake relationship with Ann-Marie in the first place. I still think that. I couldn't help it when I was younger. I didn't think. I only cared about popularity; I acted with impulsiveness.

I've always felt guilty about it, but I feel less sorry now. I know that I've been through hard deals with life, and I couldn't help it either. Now that I'm changed to the best, I can't go back to the past to change what I did.

I look back at her, my eyes glimmering with hatred towards Ann-Marie. She's the one that made me even worse, and I can't forgive her for that. I'm not that kind of person. I almost never forgive, yet I NEVER forget.

Ann-Marie laughs again, that one laugh that should make me feel embarrassed. But I don't. I hold eye contact, trying my best not to bounce at her and fight her. I remain calm.

Oh, Jules...You've always had anger issues. And that's what makes me like you more...she smirks

I clench my fists, tightening my grip on the Saint-Valentine's bag. Think positive, think positive...I look back at the bag, and when I remember why I bought it, my face softens.

I must think about positive things, or else I'm going to beat up Ann-Marie. She made me that way, and I won't let her change me. Not again.

Thinking about Nora is an effective way to help with anger. I figure myself her face, her lovely smile and her angel's eyes.

I keep taking deep breaths, ignoring Ann-Marie mocking me in front. Everything that matters now is Nora. Nothing more. I open my eyes, looking outside for fresh air, thinking. When I see Nora, my heart stops, and flutters. She's just so...perfect!

When I notice her expression, a hurt expression as her traits are tense, I freeze and look back at Ann-Marie. In fact, it looks like she planned it. From the beginning. I see Nora's eyes fill up with tears, as she runs away.

Trying to catch up with Nora, I soon realize I can't. Turning back to Ann-Marie, I observe her cruel grin. I sigh and look back at Nora, who's still running away.