Was It a Bad Idea Coming Back?

The Kiss

Finally, chapter 21! Lol! Sorry for the mistakes! :/

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                Rather than going home, I stayed not caring who sees my puffy red eyes and nose. It’s not like none of them actually cares, right? Walking into cooking class I slam my head on the table letting my arms dangle beside me. Sometimes, I wish I could trade places with someone, and not feel the pain I feel every single day. Is happiness not on my side? Does God see how hard life is treating me? Does he hear me when I pray? Does he listen?

                I wish sometimes my life was a nightmare that I could wake up from. Sadly, this is my reality. All the energy I had left in me was gone. I couldn’t bare to open my eyes and face forward to the front. I couldn’t find the strength to face the world that seemed to be against me every single time. Was I born with bad luck? Did I do something wrong in my life before?

                “Miss Costello, are you okay?” Mrs. Park calls out to me from the front. “Yes.” I sniff and forced my head up. I know I look terrible by the way she look at the moment she saw my face. “Please, stay after class. I would like to talk to you, okay?” she says sweetly then going back to explaining the materials we need to cook for today.

                I sat motionless as everyone got their materials and started cooking. Feeling my hot tears slid down my face, I didn’t care wiping them off. I just let it fall as others turned, and gave me short glances. Ignoring the glances I went into my own little world imagining eating happily with my family.

                “How was your day, Dara?” my mother smile happily handing me the basket full of bread.

                “It went great! Gwen, was talking about how she had her nose pierce, and how she was freaking out the whole time. And I met this guy name Raphael. He’s such an ass, but his friends are great!

                “Young lady, watch what you say!” my mother says giving me the serious look.

                “Sorry,” I pouted to myself “mom. So, Sara, Gwen and I are going to the movies tonight. Want to come?”

                “Yes! What movie are we going to watch?” Sara replies excitingly. “Oh, we should go see ‘The Vowel.’ I really want to see that movie!”

                I was taken back to reality as I heard a screeching noise beside. “Hey, dara. Why the long face?” Cole says pulling his brows together. I glance around the room spotting Raphael, and the guys sitting down in their seats. Glancing back to Raphael, he did not once look at me. “Dara, listen to me closely.” He leans in whispering. “Don’t be crying, okay. He’s only doing it to protect you.”

                I squint my eyes in confusion at Cole. Looking into his eyes made me feel safe. “Act like you do not know him, okay. Trust us on this.” He grips tightly on my shoulder giving me assurance. I nod “That is going to be hard.” I say lowering my head.

                “It’s going to be alright, Dara.” Cole says reaching for my hand. “Come on, let’s cook.”

                I want to ask him so many questions, but I couldn’t force it out. What was going on with them? Why didn’t they want me to know? What did he mean “to protect me”? I’m so confuse that I couldn’t bring a smile on my face as I saw the guys acting like their selves.

                “Smile, Dara. You don’t look pretty when you look like that.” Ethan says softly turning around from his table. “Everything’s going to be, okay.” He flashes his amazing smile, but is it just me that I saw a hint of unsure.