POINT OF VIEW: Cory Kensington
I quickly log off my laptop and shut it, before running down the stairs and grabbing my keys from the hook on the wall, slipping on my shoes and running out the door.
"What did you two do today?" My mom asks, fishing through her black Chanel purse.
"We went to the sports centre." I state, my gaze fixed on the traffic jam that's slowly creeping forward.
"How come she didn't come with you?" She prods, flipping the mirror down from the roof of the car and examining her red lipstick closely.
"She wanted to go back to her house." I explain, not wanting to talk about this right now.
'Hmm..." She sighs.
"What??" I ask, even though I know what she's going to say. We've had this conversation many times.
"You already know what, Cory. You know how I feel about her. I just don't get how you don't bring this stuff up around her. It's just, I--" She starts.
"Mom, stop! Oh my god." I say, smacking the palm of my hand on the leather steering wheel. "--She's my friend. Only my friend. What I don't get is how you cannot come to respect that. Leave me alone and stop trying to push me towards her." I state, gripping the wheel tightly.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry, I just want you to be happy. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" She asks, not wanting to drop the subject.
"I am happy Mom, don't you get it? The teenage mind isn't filled with thoughts of sex and making out, despite what you've chosen to believe. I don't need a girlfriend to be happy." I protest, as she tries to rest her hand on my arm.
To tell the truth, I haven't had a girlfriend since grade 8, but that didn't work out well, because she didn't like me spending all of my time with Ella. Which is understandable, but I'm not the kind of guy to cheat. Despite the fact that Ella is beautiful, I'd never cheat on another girl to be with her, even I could.
I have a flashback of grade 8, the day my girlfriend, Kyla broke up with me. Ella was there, and it didn't end smoothly.
"Why do you always hang around her?" Kyla asks, walking up to me as I watch Ella's soccer game from the stands during recess.
"What are you talking about? I was just sitting here so that the teachers wouldn't catch me on my phone?" I protest, holding up my iPhone with Temple Run idling on the screen.
"Whatever. You couldn't have sat anywhere but here? You had to sit right at her soccer game?" She asks, pointing at the field, where Ella is playing defence for her team. I turn back to her, raising an eyebrow. "Kyla, it's raining. It's not exactly preferable to sit on the grass, and you know that Mr. Turner will yell at us for sitting under the trees in the rain. She rolls her eyes and mumbles something not understandable. Ella comes jogging up, probably noticing the way Kyla is standing over me.
"What's going on guys?" She asks, looking back from her to me, noticing the tension in the air.
"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" Kyla states rudely.
"Um, excuse me?" Ella asks politely, making Kyla angrier.
"You two are always hanging out. I don't get why if he's got me." She whines. Ella does a mix of a ha-ha and a hmm... "Wow." She says, crossing her arms.
"What??" Kyla says.
"There's nothing going on! If you can't see that, and you can't see that he's a genuinely good guy, then you don't deserve him." Ella argues. Kyla's mouth drops open, before she shuts it again.
"Fine," She begins, jumping down from the back of the stands. "Nous avons fini." She spits, before taking off. Ella jumps down behind her. "Votre jalousement est d'obtenir le meilleur de vous!" She hollers at her back. Ella climbs back up the bleachers, sitting beside me. "What did you two just say?" I ask.
"She said. 'We're finished,' and then I said. 'your jealousy is getting the better of you.'" Ella explains.
"Hah, French girls. I'll never understand em'." I joke.
Ella chuckles, and I get to my feet. "We should probably get going." I say. She holds out her hand and I grab it, pulling her to her feet as well, before we walk back to the school.
The memory brings a smile to my face. She's almost as protective over me as I am over her.
The traffic starts to break up, and eventually we're moving again.
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Leaving The Friendzone
Teen FictionI've been friends with Cory since we were 6. Despite everyone we know poking fun at us for hanging out all the time, the subject of 'dating' never came up. But lately, I've been thinking about him differently. The way his eyes glint when he smiles a...
