#Flirtationship

chapter eight : junior year

Yes. We're in junior year. We're also part of the Glee club. We joined in the middle of the school year. I was back on track as "best friends" with Ethan. He was forced to mingle with Lance. I was forced to mingle with Lucy. It was just fair. He hated Lance. I hated Lucy.

Yes. He ended up with Lucy, after all.

Me?

I was still single. I did not end up with Lance, or any guy. It wasn't because Ethan hated him and those boys who come my way, though. I wasn't just ready. Plain as that.

Or maybe a part of me still hopes for Ethan and I...

My heart hasn't completely recovered from its last palpitation. I had another palpitation before my sophomore year ended. Ethan was there to witness it again.

It was in our last day before we should've spent our summer together when Ethan blurted out the news to me about him and Lucy. It stunned me and it happened again.

Ethan insisted that I should see a doctor but I ignored the idea. I was fine.

Well not emotionally, obviously.

At least, I was still breathing.

Meanwhile, I barely could hang out with Ethan since he was always with Lucy. Fortunately, Lance kept me company.

One night when Ethan stood me up, Lance was there and brought me a box of chocolates with a note slipped in it. That was the time that I found out he was my secret admirer. That didn't make me feel awkward around him, though.

All I felt was comfort and concern. What I felt was very far, though, from what I feel everytime I am with Ethan.

With Lance my heart has never skipped a beat. My knees have never felt shaky. My cheeks have never blushed as red as cherry.

After the palpitation incident I had, he insisted to join Glee club so he could look after me. I disagreed with him but he ignored me, saying it was his choice. He had a point there so I didn't argue anymore.

He was resting his arm on the chair I was sitting on when Ethan walked in with a glare directing toward us. What did I do this time?

"All right. Gather 'round, ladies and gentlemen. Today we are going to listen and select for our main vocalists for our upcoming Junior Ball two weeks from now. I need a lady and a gentleman to perfect the Valentine Theme of the said event. Do we have volunteers?"

Lance who was grinning raised his hand. "I volunteer myself." He turned to me and winked. "And Kaitlyn."

"What!" I exclaimed.

Our club leader just shrugged and asked us to come in front and perform. Lance pulled my hand and led me in front.

All eyes were on us. Some were smiling. Some were raising their brows. And one was glaring -- Ethan. What the hell was his problem!

Lance drove my attention to him when he had leaned closer to me to tell me to get ready.

After a moment, a familiar beat was played through the piano by our band. It was "Closer" popularized by the Australian band The Chainsmokers.

Lance held both of my hands and laced his fingers with mine. He was being playful and I laughed for that. Then we sang and enjoyed the music.

When we finished singing, Lance hugged me from behind causing everyone -- except for Ethan -- to applaud and whistle at us.

"Well what do you say, Ethan?" the club leader asked.

His face was stoned. His stare was cold and directed at me. All of a sudden, he smirked at me.

"I think it was too porny," he blurted.

Everyone turned their heads and scowled at him. What the hell was his problem!

"What is your problem!" I snapped. He was being an ass for no reason at all.

He stood from his seat and walked to me. "You are," he whispered then made his way out of the room.

That's it! I've had enough of his crap!

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Too porny, Ethan commented.

You are, he answered.

Why did he find their performance porny?

And why did he say she was his problem?

Why do you think so, earthlings?