If I could have you

Chapter 4:

The cold water splashed against her face and she made a move to gasp for air.

It can't be him....it simply can't....it's probably just a coincidence....yeah....

Aline scolded herself for being stupid. She had read loads of stories like this. The girl always tries to deny the guy's experience but fails. Aline found it retarded. It was just so predictable. It was either that, or the good girl always gets the guy or the guy always makes the first move. It was so cliché that Aline could see it coming from the other side of the world.

She wondered how the girl could be so stupid and blind.

Now she knew.

"Goddamnit!!" Aline hit the mirror with her hand, and felt the vibrations underneath. "What's wrong with me?! He left you, and you have no feelings for him not anymore!!"

Is that really true?? Would you like a different story?

Aline didn't even know. She hadn't felt so emotionally unstable since her favourite book character died.

"You are just friends, remember? You gave him all the time you could, you've done what you could, but you failed. Deal with it." Aline hissed.  She gripped the side of the sink for support.

"You are monotonous. He is dead to you. Nothing matters to you but grades. Don't forget that, you idiot!!" Aline kept speaking to herself, even though she knew it wouldn't be much help. Maybe not at all.

She cupped her face in her hands, taking many deep breaths. A/N: If I said a few, I would be lying, wouldn't I?  After what seemed like eternity, or maybe like 2 exaggeratingly long minutes, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Laurelle must be waiting for me....I shouldn't have left her alone, the idiot. She's probably playing with pen caps instead of studying." Aline muttered, quickening her pace, the scarf fluttering behind her.

She pushed the door to the library open, angrily whispering Laurelle's name. People shot her angry glances, hinting her to keep quiet. Stubbornness was a virtue sometimes. She walked to her study corner she was previously in, but Laurelle was nowhere to be found. No surprise to Aline, of course.

"Laurelle!!!! LAURREEELLLEE!!" Alone had whisper-shouted it so many times that her best friend's name tasted weird in her mouth. She made a turn around the last bookshelf. And she froze.

Laurelle was chatting, almost flirting, happily with him. He had his arm planted on the bookshelf behind Laurelle, and Aline could see the pink blush on Laurelle's rouge-dusted cheeks. For some reason, it made her heart thump precociously against her rib cage, and some dark envoy seemed to have found a perfect space in her chest to I've in and take up space, filling her with some horrible feeling. Anger? Maybe. Hatred? Maybe.

Jealousy?

Ha, of course not!!!

Typical. Unable to control herself, Aline went forward, pinched her best friend by the ear and dragged her away, leaving Laurelle's gasps of pain and many angry stares behind them. She pulled Laurelle out of the library.

"Where we're you?! You asked me to help you study and here you are, whispering dirty secrets into some vermin's ear? If you didn't want my help you could've told me!!! He seems like the perfect study partner." Venom dripped off of the word 'perfect'. Aline knew she was being way more angry  and unreasonable than she should be, but her emotions had taken the wheel, leaving her consciousness at the bottom of the pit, watching, letting some unknown emotions destroy her good mood. Or whatever she had felt previously. Calmness was the only thing she usually felt.