Part 7- Distraction or Infatuation?

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I was surprised. Not the kind of surprise that surprises you, but the kind of surprise that lights up everything in you. As he moved away, I hadn't realized how surprised I was. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't of ran, but i did. And he didn't stop me. Maybe because he expected it. Maybe I ran because I thought if I ran from him, I ran from my feelings. Unfortunately, that's not the case. I ran all the way home, even though school still had classes, I needed to go home. Maybe this wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't have crazy rumors or knives that he carries around. Maybe this wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't care about me. But shit he did. And I cared about him too. Luckily at my house, no one was home. I shut the door to my room and slid down it. Butterflies interrupted my thoughts. I waited until school ended to call Sara.
"HE KISSED YOU?! GIRL OMG!" She screamed. I loved Sara because, it was always as if she felt the same way I did.
"I know right!? What am I supposed to do?! I'm slightly scared of the boy!" I told her.
"Okay well let's calm down. Maybe he did it randomly, maybe he's had millions of girls he's done that to. Sadly Bianca, we don't know his story so let's chill right now." She said. My heart sank. Millions of girls? Over-exaggerated yes, but.. I couldn't help but feel jealous. "Okay.." I sighed. "Okay." She said back. "I'll see you tomorrow and we'll discuss, and you have to talk to him about it. Find out some information! You asked him today and he didn't tell you, he needs to tell you." She said. I agreed. What if that kiss was a distraction from my question? "You're right.. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I hung up and laid in bed, daydreamin'.

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