DEVUÉLVEME MI CORAZÓN(Joel Pimentel/CNCO)

Chapter 28: A big step for a short chica

-Jade-

I was done waiting for Christopher to get his shit together and call me back.

It wasn't until I was 50 weeks deep into his Instagram feed, that I came across a picture of him and his mom, contently smiling at the camera in that, don't-chu-wish-you-were-us-cause-we're-totally-madre-e-hijo goals sort of way.

That's when a light began to dawn on me.

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"You're what now ?" Joel leaned his back against his locker, arms crossed across his chest.

"I just need to get involved with my community and help out. " I stated, in a dead serious tone, even though I was lying. "..And so it's important that I stay after school."

"Then Biscocho, I'm staying with you." He claimed, not asked.

"NO!" I said too soon.

"Is it because Sebastian is also staying after with you?" His tone stayed normal, but I noticed he was trying very hard not to lose it, as he ran a hand through his dark curly locks, which messed up his usual hair do.

"No he's not. " I explained, "but even if he was, that wouldn't be any of your business."

He took another step towards me.

Getting too close for my own good.

"Well I'm sorry to inform you that I'm not leaving without you." He smirked his confident smirk, as he played with a loose strand of my hair.

"No, I want to do this alone!" I whine irritated.

"Ha! I knew it, you just want to be alone with Sebastian!" He chuckled half bitterly, "I knew you weren't really over him."

"Is that how low you really think of me? " I spat out, feeling foolish for trusting Joel.

What idiot masoquista did he take me for?
Because I was none of the sort. It was simple, there just weren't any second chances with me, and that was it. A masoquista, on the other hand, gives way too many second chances and gets hurt just as many times.

"No Biscocho that's not what I—"

"Bye." I cut him off.

"Well I'm your ride home so it's—" he began once again.

"Not anymore you're not!" I turned on my heel and started off towards the exit in the main gym, the weight of my slightly too heavy backpack, challenging to drag down my shoulders.

I expected him to come after me, to tell me why he was being so untrusting of my word, but he didn't.
He stood where he was, knowing that if he came after me, the meaning of his actions would've been differently understood.

While it was true I was lying, it was for the right reasons. Perhaps I should've come up with something better than "getting involved with my community." Because I'd never been too keen on that. Damn me and my suckish talking-to-people skills.

Perhaps a hot dog eating contest would've been more believable?

After a while of walking, sweating and listening to my conscience making me feel bad about my last conversation with Christopher, I finally reached his house.

I wasn't too sure talking to Mama Velez was a smart move on my behalf, but I needed, no I craved to know about him.

As I reached for the doorbell, I felt a lump in my throat, as the thought, so unimaginable, suddenly became a possibility.

It's your fault he was upset. But was it your fault he left?

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