The Nerve Wreckers

part 5: maybe I like her

Carrie's

We ran together in the rain, splashing around in puddles on purpose and boom I'm back home. Well, fun times sure do pass fast.

His words keep ringing in my head repeatedly. 'I'm used to it." Well, I'm sure he meant doing that with other girls. I don't know why I feel so upset. Why does him running in the rain with other girls bother me so much? It's not like I even like him, as a friend!

I was still lapping around in his hoodie even after a nice warm shower. I don't know, even though its so gigantic, I feel like it's a perfect fit. It's warm and fuzzy. Just like his hug.

Ok, way out of point. I better go get changed out before I start hallucinating us passionately kissing under the stars. G-R-O-S-S. Gross.

Zzzzz. Zzzzzz. Carrie's phone vibrated.

'Carrie, I need you to tell me what you have lost.'

'Go to bed.'

'Seriously. I can help. I can get people to search the club'

'Really, stop being so nosy. When I say I can do it myself, I really mean it.'

'Carrie, can you just cooperate?'

'You're such a busy body, stop texting me, stop poking your nose into my affairs. I've said a million times, S T O P!'

Marcus's

"Ayyyyyyy Sammers," We did a fist pump as he walked into the bar. It had been a few days, and I didn't talk to Carrie since that night, just as she wanted. I know she called me names, scolded me, told me off so many times, but when she told me to 'STOP', I felt an unexplainable bitterness slowly enveloping me. Day by day, it got worse. I'm not sure if that's how being heartbroken feels like.

"Marcus, you sounded real bad on the phone. What happened?"

"I don't really know... It's one of my students. She hates me..." I slurred.

"So what? She's just a kid, man." Sam tried to comfort me. But it felt strange when he said that. To me, was she just a kid?

"But somehow... I can't stop thinking about her..." In that drunken stupor, I couldn't fathom my thoughts. It probably came out as if I was some creepy psychopathic stalker.

"Oh I get it; you got a thing for her!" Sam proclaimed what got my head and heart into knots.

"Whaaaa-" was all I could manage. That was something I never considered. What made me so clingy to her despite her pushing me away? But wait; I don't go for girls like her. Marcus Fisher goes for hot, sexy beach gals, not introverted whiny dorks. Maybe its because she's different. Perhaps she's unknowingly my missing puzzle piece? Scrap that! I couldn't possibly like her. Who talks like that anyway; it only happens in the movies.

"Yeah trust me on this relationship thing." Sam tried to convince me into his whacko prophecy.

"I hate that..." I tried to defend myself, but I didn't know why I couldn't bring myself to call her a bitch.

"Bitch?" he finished my sentence. "See Marc, you can't even bring yourself to call her a bitch even after she assumingly 'hates' you."

"Sam you drunk go home," I nudged him to stop his crap. He was supposed to talk me out of this, not deeper in!

"Look Marcus you wouldn't get so uptight over whatever she does even when she constantly distances herself for you. If that's not crushing, then what is?" He persisted on his belief.

"Dammit I'm not crushing on her!" I downed another shot.

"Lies, watch out for that nose." He sang, referencing Pinocchio. Somehow I felt like he made a teeny bit of sense. Then again, that guy just talks nonsense, lets just get his words outta my head.