Escaping The Friend Zone

POV 2: Kendall

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It was another school year. A fresh start. A new beginning. I looked at the clean black board with wandering thoughts, not really caring where I was, or how silly I appeared as I stared into oblivion. Home was not really a place for me to relax and to have bliss in solitude. And most of my summer was spent there. In conclusion, summer was a load of crap.

"Kendall, are you alright?" Dwayne asked.

Dwayne was my friend from way back elementary. I knew everything about Dwayne and vice versa. But that was before. My friend did not know about the events that happened over the summer. I never had the guts to tell anyone about it, plainly because I did not know how to.

"Sure, I guess. Have not been up lately." I replied.

I leaned on my chair. The chair from our school was white and made of hard plastic, something that you would see from cheap stores and low profile theatres. But what made it distinguishable was that it had an arm desk attached to it. Most people sat on the attached desk while another sat on the chair. Because of that, there were limited amount of chairs. In my case, the desk was about to fall off. I had to exchange the chairs later without the other person knowing.

I stretched out my arms to try to release the tension that I felt a moment earlier. But it did not work. I still felt anxious and Dwayne noticed it.

Instead of asking about it, he said, "You did not contact me over the summer. I thought you were dead."

"Are you my girlfriend whom I need to contact every now and then? If I were dead, maybe you would also kill yourself."

Dwayne knocked me on the head, literally.

"Idiot. Here I am trying to be a nice 'friend' and you accuse me of being gay." Dwayne argued as he emphasized the word, 'friend'.

"So you aren't?"

"Stop trying to change the topic."

Dwayne sat on the chair in front of me. He did not face me which was a sign that he was pissed. Dwayne's hair was tousled wildly and it was clear that he had not fixed himself up much that morning. I smiled. My friend was worried about me.

Moments passed but Dwayne did not turn to face me. To break the silence, I asked, "Aren't you going to persuade me to tell you the mystery behind my summer?"

"I am not some girl, Kendall. You would tell me sometime when you feel like it, anyway." Dwayne smirked. "But I have a hunch. Is it about her?"

Brrriiiinnngggg!!!!

The school bell and the topic about her gave me a startle. I was tongue-tied.

"Kendall?" Dwayne asked.

But I vaguely heard him. My eyes and mind were wandering somewhere else, not noticing that Dwayne had already turned to face me. My eyes darted towards her way. And it was hard to look away.

Cameron entered the room. The first thing I noticed was her hands, which for me, was her greatest asset. Her hands were long and slender. From a first look, it looked smooth and soft to the touch. But I had held them before, and I knew that on the tips of her fingers were calluses. This was because of her love of playing guitar, which was admirable, considering she was a girl with such a feminine look. Her short dark brown hair was drawn back into a pony tail and was ended up into a curl. Her eyes, when she looked at him, were large, black and full, with long eyelashes, which gave her an innocent look. At one glance, one would think that she was a conservative person with an introverted personality. It was true but one can have the most fun being with her.