The Comeback

Chapter 13 - Fancy Her?

Chapter 13 - Fancy Her?

“Mate, you totally fancy Cassidy!” Zayn says punching my arm as we make our way back into the dorm after our meeting with Cass and Harry.

“I totally not!” I refute, rubbing the sore point. For such a skinny guy, Zayn is really strong. “And why did you punch me!?”

“Stop whining,” he rolls his eyes as he just throws himself to the bed. “And you do. I saw you with her. I kinda knew you liked her, but now I’m sure. You really fancy her, it’s so obvious. I think the whole cafeteria noticed it!”

I open my eyes in shock. He’s just exaggerating to mess with me, it didn’t happen like that. I reckon Cass is a lovely girl and I missed her loads, but I don’t fancy her, right?

No you don't, my inner voice supports and I smile. My inner voice can’t be wrong. I’m not.

See? I don’t fancy Cass, Zayn is wrong.

“Bullocks,” I spat, stumbling onto my bed. “She’s just a friend, Zayn. I was just excited to see her again. I didn’t think we’d meet again.”

I see him rolling his eyes and I frown. That’s what really happened, I was really happy to see her. I had accepted we wouldn’t cross paths again, but we did and I’m still happy about it. She’s an amazing girl and anyone would love to have her as a friend.

“It looked like flirting to me. Even that fellow Harry agrees. He pointed it out when you were ignoring us, you know?” I look away because I feel heat in my cheeks. I can’t deny we actually were ignoring them, too immersed in our own conversation.

I don’t fancy her, how could I fancy her? She’s nothing like the other girls I’ve dated. I’ve said it before, she’s not my type. I like more outgoing girls, with more confidence. Cassie is sweet and shy, fragile. I always go after the girls who are hard to get, I dunno why, maybe because I enjoy the challenge. Cass doesn’t look like the hard to get, in the sense she’d make me work to get her heart or just to make me suffer, she wouldn’t just notice my feelings. She’s the kind of girl who would never lead you on. She’s the kind of girl who friendzones you from the beginning.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell Zayn, still frowning as I realise of the following: “Cassie only sees me as a friend. She friendzoned me already.” And I don’t like that, it feels like something bitter in my guts.

“Ouch. Did she really?” Zayn inquires and I nod.

I notice I’m getting a tad-bit mad about this situation. “Yeah, she told me I remind her of her best friend. And her best friend is fucking dead!”

More respect! My inner voice shouts.

“I’m sorry,” I say out loud, without noticing. Just replying.

“What?” Zayn asks, utterly confused and only then I realise what I’ve done. My eyes shoot wide open in sheer shock. The voice in my head just felt so external, not like a part of me, although it’s inside me. It was just like Zayn talking to me and I replied.

“I— I’m sorry in general, I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude,” I explain but he still looks confused.

I know that the day she told me I reminded her of her best friend I was kind of disappointed, but I was happy at the same time and I didn’t know why. Now I’m more pissed about it. And if I’m feeling like that, does that mean I fancy her? Could Zayn be right about it?

Yeah, I say we’re friends, and we are, but maybe I don’t want to be only friends with her, and that’s why it annoys me that she compares me with her best friend. It wouldn’t be as bad if I reminded her of her ex-boyfriend.