Starbucks Love Quest <3

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

            “Very good, Naomi. Never thought you’d get a guy but I guess you did. Dude did you meet her like yesterday? She’s a nerd.” Chase said. I looked down. He’s right, I am but… No. I am.

            “Dude, not cool.” Tyler said in my defense. “It was in High School.” Chase said with a smirk. I wanted to cry now. “I mean you should have seen her body once… jeeze she’s ugly.” Chase said before walking off. I looked down as tears trickled down my face. I was expecting Tyler to laugh but he did the opposite, he took my wrists and looked me in the eyes. “Listen here Naomi… You are beautiful don’t let him or anyone else, tell you otherwise. How would he know, he barely knows you.” I nodded. He was right. Then I blushed realizing he called me beautiful.

            As soon as I composed myself I looked at him smiling. “Thank you… so who’s the girl you like?” He laughed. “She’s amazing. Like the most beautiful girl in the world. And I haven’t known her for long but she’s so talented, graceful…” I cut him off. “She sounds like a charmer” I said smiling. He nodded. “Yeah, I suppose she is.” I nodded. Slightly jealous of this girl he speaks so fondly about. Only when ever I ask to meet her he always say’s no. I try to guilt trip him but he just laughs in my face.

            “CAN I PLEASE MEET HER?!” I yelled randomly. His face flashed with annoyance for some reason. “YOU ALREADY HAVE!” He yelled back, his face softened and then looked down. I am not mad at him in any way I just… WOAH! “When?” I asked. He sighed. “When you first met me.” He said looking down. “BARBIE?!” I screeched before standing up and running out of the bookstore. Tears streaming down my face. “I thought he was going to say me.” I whispered to myself sitting in my car turning it on.

            When I got home I heard my mom call my name. “Naomi… Dear? Are you ok?” She asked in her French accent. She ran down the hall way to where I am. “What’s wrong dear? What happened?” She asked. By then I was crying harder. I am 18 and I am crying about a guy. I looked down and then back up to her. “H-he… doesn’t like me.” I said before looking down again. “That’s non-sense Naomi. You’re beautiful… how could he not like you?” She asked concerned. “I don’t know but he doesn’t.” I said suddenly interested in what ever the wall was doing. “Yes he does…” She said plainly. I looked at her. “get out please.” I whispered. My mother looked astonished. “Why?” “Because I don’t want you filling my head with this ‘he likes you’ non-sense.”