I Hate Love

8

It's February.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow or as Ziv and I like to call it, Single's Awareness Day. Whoa, the acronym for that is SAD, literally!

Yesterday I texted Jet asking where he was and he texted back a picture of him holding a giant stuffed bear, three boxes of chocolate, and countless bouquets of flowers with a caption reading: for Sarin.

Lucky lucky girl.

Blake's Valentine is some girl he met from a town over, Jessica. He showed me a picture of her. Not bad looking, I might say. Blake is basically just willingly helping her make her ex-boyfriend jealous. I seriously don't understand how he's okay with that, but Blake is a really weird guy.

"Hey do you wanna hang out?" I asked Jet.

"Oh, sorry. I was gonna hang out with Sarin today. Maybe some other time. Okay?" he replied.

I just nodded and walked away.

"Right," I bitterly muttered, as I walked to Ziv's car. This has happened forty, maybe fifty times already...this year! Frankly I didn't care about him blowing me off anymore, I just hoped that he might actually want to hang out someday.

"I've been waiting," Ziv said.

"Sorry," I rolled my eyes.

I got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.

I've been driving with Ziv for practice.

Technically, he's eighteen and an adult, so it's not necessarily against the law...I don't think so at least. I've finished all the required hours of driving with an instructor already, so all I had to do now was feel ready and take a driving test. Not easy.

We went to my house this time and met Blake there. His dad was at a business meeting. Ziv's parents were visiting his aunt who he doesn't like. My parents were having a 'date day' as they have everyday this week in honor of Valentine's Day. Everyday, this week we went to my house after school and followed a similar routine: homework, fun, sleep, dinner, more sleep.

So, we all hung out, finished our homework, and watched a movie. Blake sat the left side of the couch, Ziv was in the middle, and I was all the way on the right end.

We watched Disney's Frozen for the fifth time. I sung purposely off-key to every song, just to annoy the boys.

The movie made Ziv cry trice and Blake once, yet I can never seem to cry with that movie.

I fell asleep about fifteen minutes before the ending.

When I woke up, my neck really hurt. I found Blake playing a video game on one of the single couches.

He was hunched over, holding the controller and staring intensely at the screen with a face of determination. Sounds of shots, grenades, and crawlers came from the TV. He was playing one of my Black Ops games-zombie mode, and he was majorly destroying every zombie. He's probably ten times better than me! No, actually, he's at most only three times better than me.

I just hugged my pillow and closed my eyes. Wait...my pillow was Ziv! This has actually become a normal thing. I usually fall asleep on Ziv these days. It's extremely comfortable and cozy to sleep next to him. We were both lying across the couch. His arms were wrapped around me softly and my head was on his chest. My legs were between the couch and his legs. It felt like I was cuddled in a giant cloud!

"So are you gonna help me or what?" Blake suddenly asked.

I looked at him confused. His eyes were still attached to the screen. Neither his intensity, nor his focus, ever faltered.