Between Two Worlds

Chapter 11

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I woke up at the ninth ring. Ninth? Got up, took a bath. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. Kissed my parents goodbye.

When I got to school I was distinctly avoiding corridors which I thought Jason would pass. It took me more time to find my locker and Christine talking to a blonde boy. From the looks of things, they were joking around. The boy roared with laughter and Christine didn't bother at all to sound girly.

"Chris!" I called. She didn't hear, they were still laughing.

"Chris!" I hissed when I got near her. She said goodbye to the boy who turned out to be Jake, Jason's friends.

I groaned. Ugh, Jason. After our date yesterday thinking of him is so weird. In a good way. I felt so anxious and stupid. Yes! STUPID! Me! Thinking that he'd actually kiss me! Can I get any more dense?

I'm being stressed out by these thoughts I had to talk to someone. Spill the details, you know?

"Whassup, Lyssa?" Christine said. She opened her locker (incidentally it was next to mine). It revealed a neat row of books, just like mine, too, but her locker is also full of pictures of bands and a few male actors. I recognized Tom Hiddleston and Taylor Lautner among the mass of magazine pictures.

"I want to talk to you about yesterday," I said firmly. It was the hardest not to squeal with delight and argue with myself for being so awkward.

"Oooh! Go on! Shoot!"

I rushed into the events. I said every single thing, including my childhood with Neil. It was a long story. The bell rung to indicate the start of classes and it was the exact time I ended story telling. Lucky the two of us goes to school early.

I wasn't as attentive in class as I always was. In Biology, particularly, Jason kept coming saying "Psst!" behind me. Of course I didn't dare look at him or mingle (eugh), the teacher might catch me. Jason finally gave up when I sneaked a peek at him and blushed. The animal he and his partner was disecting squeezed out of his grip and it fell on the floor. The look on his face was priceless. I never pegged him as somebody who was easily disgusted. Rich kid. And I thought, oh yeah.

At lunch I ate wordlessly. I didn't feel like I ate anything at all even though I was made sure by our cook that he prepared carbonara (a big serving of it, mind you) with a side dish of bread rolls. I was aware of Jason looking at me and it didn't help. I felt as though every inch of my body is iching, and I felt more awkward then ever.

Of course I haven't forgotten about our little date later after school.

Date. My mouth leaves an after taste everytime I say it and even think of it. That word is completely foreign to me until now.

"Alyssa, you should at least show a sign of gratitude to him. He's been looking at you, if you hadn't noticed," Christine pointed out to me while eating. I simply grunted.

"Come on. It's just a simple smile. If you want a relationship-"

I spilled my drink and exclaimed, "relationship? Relationship??? Seriously? We've only gone out for one date and you seriously think I want to be his girlfriend?" I half whispered half shouted at her.

"Ouch. If Jason hears that he's going to be hurt," she said with a look of total concern.

"I didn't mean it like that. Don't you think it's too fast if I'm already looking at a future with him?" I said. I didn't expect an answer but she gave me one.

"Yes, I know that but if you want to continue what you're having," I squirmed at her choice of words, " the least you can do is look at him and give a sign that something even happened yesterday. Because at this point, no one can say that you've gone out on a romantic date with somebody as handsome as Jason. So please? Smile?" she urged.