Smooth Sailing ✓ [Republishing]

16 | blueberry and lemon

One of the hardest things to do is deciding whether to walk away or try harder.

-Unknown-
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I really wanted to write this chapter :) so I guess the writing break is over.

And to clear up any confusion you may have, Christmas has passed and it's around January now — just so the story doesn't drag on and I get to the juicy part sooner.

Writing this chapter actually made me cry, it's so emotional.

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- L I L A -

The one person I never would've expected to see again was her. Leaning against the hood of my car, I watched as she continued to talk with Greg or talk to. Greg's focus was elsewhere, and he was trying to get away from her.

Apparently, Vanessa decided to move back here and just had to enrol in the same high school that we went to. Finding her attempts to get Greg's attention almost pathetic, I focused on Greg.

Following his gaze away from Vanessa, my eyes landed on Yasmine playing basketball with Riley - the quarterback of the football team - who could not stop smiling.

I knew what it looked like to Greg, but I couldn't muster up any sympathy for him. It had been two days since school started, and it seemed that Yasmine was beginning to move on.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see Matthew over the Christmas break since he was with his brother in Atlanta. And although he called every day for the past two weeks, all I wanted was to actually see him since he hadn't come to school.

My eyes were taken off Yasmine once I saw Isaac walk through the gate. Other than noticing the fact that he had cut his hair, a frown appeared on my facial features at the deep frown he was sporting. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were stained with red.

As he walked past me, I hooked my hand around his wrist, pulling him back. "You've been avoiding me all Christmas break, I even called you on New Year's — what happened to us being friends?"

Staring at the hand that was holding his wrist, he gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "it's just a lot has been going on for the past couple days; how are you?"

"I should be asking you that question," I responded, my green eyes holding sympathy. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, tightening his hold on his bag strap. "No," keeping silent for a while, he watched me with pale blue eyes. "But I could use your help with something later on if you don't mind?"

Watching him closely, I smiled softly. "I'd love to help you."

Ever since that night, talking to Isaac was a lot easier knowing that he didn't have feelings for me. For the first couple of days of the Christmas break, he was good company, and we actually had fun.

"Thanks." He spoke, pulling his wrist from my grasp and headed towards the office.

Grabbing Matthew's Christmas present from the bonnet of my car, I grinned as Katherine's car pulled up. Matthew got out moments later.