Maybe...?

CHAPTER 33

My mind is concentrated, eating a gross and big piece of purple eggplant.

Lucas has not said anything about Venecia since yesterday night.

And I'm pretty worried.

All I know is that If he doesn't come with me, I won't feel ready enough to go by myself.

BRAIN: C'mon Lea, why him? Why?

HEART: Because he saved me, one way and another.

The canteen is totally empty, just me and my horrible lunch.

Really, I'm alone, only the cooker is behind the kitchen, washing dishes.

Julie had to do a project with Damian, and my other good friends are part of a quick trip visit in the town next to ours.

And yeah, I think that I'm the only one who eats this late.

"Everything's alright?" I hear a voice at the back.

I turn around and see her, a middle woman who wears an orange uniform and a blue cap.

The chef, Mar.

She's a foreigner, she came here because her family has economy struggles and the only thing she could do for help was finding a job outside and send the earned money to them.

She's the nicest person I've ever met between the high school adults.

And her accent makes me laugh a lot.

"Delicious, thanks." I smile at her.

Lea, Lea, Lea, you're becoming a professional liar after these days.

"Glad to hear that." She replays. "And your friends?" She places her hand on my left shoulder.

"They have things to do I guess." I intend to not sound pathetic.

Suddenly the both of us are interrupted by laughs that come from some people who have just entered.

I observe more carefully, seeing that I know those persons.

Hyena laugh remember? Yeah, Charles.

Tall and funny duet formed by Paul and Ian.

And.

I think that you already know.

Right, Aiden.

His smile kills me every time I gaze at him.

And his blue sweater.

Oh my gosh, his blue sweater.

"Well, there they are." Mar tells me.

In the moment I feel that Aiden and all his squad is walking toward me, I sense some kind of nervous that eats me inside.

But yeah, it was a feeling.

They get out after they catch some pineapple juices from the machine.

Not even a hello.

Not even a "how are you"?

Not even a fucking interest on me.

I close my eyes, groaning as they walk out.

Again, silence.

Mar's still beside me.

"Yeah, we're not that friends."

"You... like him right?" She asks, puzzling me completely.

WTF, how?

"What? Who?" I try to dissimulate.

"Don't lie me twice in the same day." She winks at me.

She discovered.

"That tall and gorgeous brunet boy you were looking at so deeply. You really like him." She assures me.

"No..." I gaze apart.

"I'm only the cooker, but about love I know a bit.¨" She takes a sit.

Her green eyes make me want to tell her the true of this absurd theme.

"Which brunet boy?" I ask, wanting to escape.

"Aiden." She lifts one of her eyebrows.

"How do you know his name...?" I immediately curse myself for being this stupid.

"See?"

"Okay... okay, I like him."

It's the second time I say that out loud.

The first was with Julie.

"And why don't you tell him?" She says it like a simple thing that anyone can do.

"It would be embarrassing." I utter.

"Why?"

"Because I would express all my crazy feelings about him and he would be amused and then he would run away from me."

I exaggerated a bit, but that's what I really think it would happen.

"You think he doesn't like you back?"

"I don't think it. I know it." I affirm.

"Did he tell you?" She asks.

"No, but..."

"But?"

I can't answer.

"Look Lea. This life is not exactly a fairytale where the blue prince always falls in love with the stunning princess, but that's great." "Maybe the prince and the princess are not meant to be, maybe it's just the beautifulness of the story that makes them seem happy." "We're almost 7 billion people in this world, If that one person that you love, doesn't love you back, it means that there's someone of the 6.999.999.999 people left that is really made for you." She grins.

I'm bewildered.

"You'll never know it If you don't ask HIM."

I nod.

"And even If his response is to run away from you and to not talk to you again, it doesn't matter, the Earth holds too much to fall apart just because of this teenage love."

"Thank you." It's the only thing I can say.

I stand up, going back to class.

Okay.

I'm obviously not going to declare my love.

But, it was a beautiful talk.

Let's face it.