Complicated

Chapter 9

 Tonight. The word has been spinning around my head in ecstasy through the whole day. Yes, Tom and I hang out almost everyday, but this night felt special. And no, not in an explicit manner.

 The bell rings. The moment that I've been waiting for. As much as excited as I am, I couldn't help but think what Astrid's feeling right now. I skip like a little girl down the halls. My excitement was unquestionable, that the most idiotic person on the planet could notice. I have no idea of why it is, though.

 When I exit the corridors of my wretched school, I could almost taste the fresh breeze. Winter was nearing, and it was obvious with the atmosphere. This is the most perfect day. I walk home while daydreaming. Daydreaming that my feeling's for Tom is the same as his to me, and he'd discover how we were, always, meant to be. But then I suddenly realize that this night might change that dream. One wrong move and our friendship would fade. Why, you ask? I was actually thinking of confessing to him. And that option might just destroy us.

 I quickly change my mind.  His reactions are infinite. Suddenly, I run. I ran to save the remains of our friendship with Tom. I wanted to assume that his feelings were the same, but I cannot be blind of the possibilities. Instead, when I get home, I will think. i will think of how he will be mine, and not just any girl's. He will be mine.

 When i reach home, I quickly threw my bag off of me. I paced the floor. Hard. The heat rushed to my face. Think, Ave. Think. I have to brainstorm harder than ever before.  And finally, a thought brewed in my mind. It's bonkers, odd and cruel even, but it just might work. I have to force his admirers to unlike him. And he'd finally reach out to me for my help, since he'll be depressed. This is it. It was do or die. Mission 1. Thought of. The only thing to do now is execute it.