I Love Him, But He Loves Her

Chapter 1

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Annabelle! Annabelle! I can hear my mom voice all the way from the kitchen screaming my name. She better have some good reason for screaming my name so loud, I hate when she calls me for no particular reason.

“I’m coming Mom, just give me a minute” I answer feeling very sleepy.

Jeez!! When the sleep is getting better that’s when she wants to wake me up, it’s a good thing that I don’t sleep hard she would spend all day calling my name with no answer, adults can be so annoying sometimes. I quickly get out of bed, get my pink flip flop that matches my well-manicured pink toe nails, and run down stair so fast that I almost stumble down the last step of the stairs. “Thank God! I didn’t fall a broken leg is not what I need right now” I mumble to myself taking a deep breath.

 I walk over to the fridge to get a bottle of water that’s when the smell of the breakfast fills my nose. I sit down in the chair on the table right in the middle of the kitchen, for a moment I forgot if I was mad at my mom for waking me up so early, all I could think of was the delicious smell of pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries on top that plead not to stare but bitten. Sometimes I wonder why my mom didn’t get a degree in culinary arts, it not like she needs it, but for the very fact that she knows how to cook mouthwatering meals .Besides, she’s already one of the top chefs on my list.

“Mom you got me down here thinking it an emergency” I say trying to get rid of these disturbing thoughts.

“Don’t you know breakfast usually serve around this time” she replies. “ I know, but you could have given me a heart attack .The way  you called my name made  it sound like something was wrong with you mom, you don’t do things like that”.

 After a good moment of silence my mom finally says “why don’t finish your breakfast and go get ready for school, it’s going to be your first day as a college student you don’t want to be late.” I give her a silly expression and go to my room.

I walk into my room closing the door behind me to face my almost twin size bed that cover with sheets as green as an apple. Feeling nervous, I take a look at my wardrobe unable to decide what to wear, after several minutes of looking, I finally come across a black leather jacket my mom had brought me for my birthday and also a cheetah print summer dress I bought on a shopping spree but never had a chance to wear . Finally, I get my black wedge boots to match my jacket and place them in the small couch across my bed. Not wanting to hear one of my mother’s famous speeches I run to the bathroom for a quick shower, as soon as I step into the shower a loud noise disturb the silence, I hop out of the shower peeking through the bathroom door to see what was causing the noise, that when it hit me, it was nothing more nothing less than my phone ringing. That’s what I get for having such dramatic ringtone; I walk back to my room and instantly pick up the phone just to realize it was Elisha- my best friend of five years.

"OMG! It back to school day and I am so excited I can't wait" say Elisha on the other line of the telephone. “I wish I could say the same" I reply.

After a long pause she finally says "Hmmm. I think I know why, please, don't tell me Thierry has anything to do with it"

“No, of course not! I just don't feel like going."

"Are you sure Annabelle? It sounds like you still have feelings for him. I know just the word " school" remind you of him. You should have just grow some balls and tell him how you felt."

"You make it sound so easy and the way you say it make it seem like he's here, I just purposely don't wanna tell him."

“But why couldn't you tell him before he left"