Chapter 12

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I was sitting on my bed, contemplating on everything that happened today and how I was able to ditch my classes for a day, when I thought of going to the diner to talk to Stacey about the reason why she saw me wearing a guy's clothes. Hurrying downstairs, I saw Amy and Evan laughing at something at the kitchen. They've reconciled and I'm so glad that Amy's around again. They spotted me as I was putting on my hoodie because I was only wearing a tank top and both approached me.

"Where are you going? It's almost dinner, Chris." Evan looked puzzled and so did Amy. They both exerted their utmost effort in cooking tonight's dinner because they said it's their reconciliation dinner. It's stupid in so many ways.

"I'm just going to buy something real quick," I answered before rushing out the door and briskly walking to the diner while texting Stacey that I'm on the way. I hope she's at the diner tonight because if not, I'd have to go back and waste my efforts.

Luke's feeling alright already and I think he'll definitely go to school tomorrow. Jace called me a while ago asking why I wasn't in any of my class today and so I told him what happened – he just laughed it all out – before asking me how Luke is due to the fact that I've been with him all day. Jace dropped by and drove me home so that Evan will think that I've been to school all day. I'm learning the bad ways already, damn.

I entered the diner and quickly looked around for the girl with gigantic boobs and spotted her jotting down an order of a guy at a booth. I was about to approach her when I recognized who the guy sitting alone was.

Christian Larsen.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting to see him alone, again. When he went back to school, he looks okay to me though. He's been hanging out again with friends but he's still ignoring his ex-girlfriend also known as the famous slut from hell in campus. But why is he here again, sitting alone at a booth? By this time I expected him to be crowded with friends again.

As I was wearing my glasses, I headed towards the counter where stools are located and sat there instead of sitting across Larsen again. I don't know why I feel so embarrassed sitting in front a guy who did nothing but look down. I'm pathetic, right?

"Chris!" Stacey's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I immediately snapped my attention to her. Not only did she get my attention because she even caught Christian Larsen's considering that he's called Chris all the time. Our eyes locked and I thought I saw a slight hint of relief from his blue orbs. Stacey giggled when she saw me and immediately tackled me into a hug.

"My shift's about to end in about 5 minutes. Can you wait?" she asked and I gave her a nod. Immediately after my reply, she took off with a smile on her face and served the costumers who appears to be here for the sole purpose of seeing her. I ordered a glass of juice instead of ordering something heavy because I might spoil the special dinner Amy and Evan prepared just for tonight.

For about a second, I felt someone sit down on the stool beside me and I looked to see who it is. Surprise! Surprise! I almost let out a groan when his eyes landed and locked on mine.

"You weren't here last night," his voice was low and so was his eyes. He looks like he's not the Christian Larsen everybody knows and everybody likes. He doesn't act like the big bad wolf of the town and isn't the usual cocky guy every single nerd knows. His voice was raspy and his hair is messy and he looks really casual right now.

I fiddled on my fingers while I think about what to tell him. Should I diss him or have an actual conversation with him that might be my undoing later on? "I was somewhere else." I answered him and he just gave me a smile with a nod. After saying that, nothing came out of both our mouths again. He just sat beside me and I did as well. I don't know what to tell him now that he approached me first. This is the first time he approached me without pushing me aside and tossing my books into the air.

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