Fate

Chapter 11: Surprise, Bitch

"The craving of wanting someone to fix your shattered heart can drive a person mad."

Song: Daya - Hide Away.

"So, boyfriend slash I don't know, can I have my seat back?" He openly glared at Daniel. He looked quite angry, like I'm guilty of something. But he did not question me. Well why would he? He isn't even my friend.

"Why don't you go and sit somewhere else?" Daniel rudely replied. If I can roll my eyes this amount of time this fast I might go blind. Heh, possibilities.

"I came here first." Sebastian childishly replied. I laughed silently at him and reminded myself to tease him about it later.

Both of them continued to glare at each other, it's like they both know a secret that I don't. I didn't really need any more stress. So I excused myself, "Guys. I'd like to sit here and watch your little argument," I sighed and looked at my non-existence watch, "But I have no time to waste." And with that, I took the last slice of pizza and dismissed them. When I was 4'ft away from them I shouted to Daniel, "And you're not my boyfriend!" Which he rolled his eyes at.

I remember once when I was sitting on the patio with André, eating some pizza that we made ourselves. We practically sent the pizza to hell and took it back. We burnt it to the point that it smelled like vomit. "At least we tried." He tried to assure me.

"It looks like my grades." I said and he laughed lightly,

I smelled it and crunched my nose in disgust, "What the hell is that!" My face showed utter disgust, "It smells like vomit."

He burst into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and even tearing a little. "What?" I exclaimed

"You're freaking hilarious." He said between laughter,

"What? What did I do?" He used to always tell me that I'm so oblivious, but I know I'm not. I might be a little stupid but I'm not dumb. I notice things sometimes, but I just choose to shrug it off. I wasn't that kind of girls that assume that someone likes her by the way they're acting. I'd admit that I feel a little insecure, so I don't really believe it when even someone tell me that, "This guy fancies you." I don't believe it unless they come themselves and tell me, they like me. I don't even really hang on it.

"You make this funny faces when you don't like something." He motioned with his hands on my face and I pouted.

He leaned in to kiss me but I put my hand on his mouth. "No kisses for you." I told him and it was his time to pout.

"Why?"

"You said I make funny faces when I don't like someone. I don't like you."

"Oh no you don't!" He grabbed me by the waist and hugged me from behind. I just shrugged him off of me.

"Okay let's start from scratch." He told me and I nodded, "I'm Andre. Let's make out." He grinned and I pushed him away, muttering a faint "Perv."

My cheeks were a deep shade of red and as he was still gripping my waist. He intertwined our fingers and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you." He told me, and that was the first time he said it. It all went so fast from I love you to I wish you never did.

I found myself getting angry, and I walked in a faster pace the way home. My hands clinched into fists and I wanted to punch a wall. I wanted to go home so fast and curl up in a ball and cry. I hate flashbacks. I hate that things have to change. I like routines, and I get really careful when I choose what I'm gonna do for a routine. Or not, who cares.