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Chapter 15

I watched Chad hug Maureen from behind, and Maureen yelped really loud.  Boy, what an artist.  I rolled my eyes.  I can’t believe someone can pull an act like that in front of her friends.

"Oh, it's you!"  Maureen turned around.  She hugged Chad back after getting a good look at him.

"Yeah. Surprise meeting you and your friends here."  Chad kissed her lightly on the lips.  I looked away slightly.  That kiss made my heart crinkle a bit.  They're so sweet.  Dang, what am I thinking?  I can't get jealous.  He's already Maureen, I thought sadly.  It’s as if I can do anything to take Chad away from her.  If ever I do anyway, I would not feel good about it.

"So what brings you here?"  Maureen asked happily.  Tell me why they didn’t talk about this trip before they parted ways.  Aren’t couples supposed to report to each other about these things?

"Family trip to the Philippines."  He pointed at his family.

"Oh. Have a safe trip!"  She said cheerfully.

"You too."  Chad pulled her in his arms and hugged her really tight for 20 long seconds.  He kissed her deeply afterwards then winked at me before waving at the others.  Please tell me that they didn’t notice that wink.

What's this feeling I'm feeling?  No, no, I can't be jealous, neither can I be sad.  I can’t cry in front of these people.

Chad Jones.  He is my best friend and is also my crush.  He is so more than a friend to me.  I'm the one he tells his problems to, and all I can do is just to listen and give advices.  What more can I do?  I can't force him to love me.  When he's telling me secrets, I just look at his sparkling brown eyes, which are covered by his glasses.  He would run his fingers through his long brown side bangs when he laughs.  I would always get hurt and wish that I were Maureen.  Worst, Maureen is also my best friend, which makes me see her very often.

Chad usually wonders why I'm not fond of opening up.  I always make up excuses whenever he asks because I'm afraid that our long built friendship will crash with just one word.  "You."  That is the hardest answer that I can ever give.  Never will I confess, nor will I tell anyone about it.  I just can’t take the risk.  I really love Chad.

I can't believe this flashback is happening again.  Chad was my boyfriend before actually, and we remained friends after breaking up.  I can’t believe he dumped me for that Maureen, but that wasn’t the reason anyway.  I’m just feeling bitter.  We had a lot of disagreements before we broke up.  Those were just small things in the start, but became big ones toward the end of our relationship.  I can’t blame him for that though.  It wasn’t totally his fault.  We just weren’t meant to be.

We grabbed our breakfast in the nearby café called Tim Horton’s.  I ordered a large cup of French vanilla, their hot breakfast sandwich and the home-style hash brown.  Hallie ordered 40 Timbits, donuts, muffins, cookies and few more pastries, "My treat."  Tiffany's eyes widened as she saw the food "Cool!"  She shouted excitedly and continuously scarfed down the Timbits.  "Woah. Slow down and save some for us!" Cathy said.

We took out our orders and started to walk to our gate number.  "Woah. We're so early. Who in the world planned this trip to be this early?" Nikki said sleepily.  "Yeah, I know. Blame Reenie." I teased bitterly.  "Hey! I didn't… Wait, did I?" Maureen said, “Oh yes, I did. Sorry, I was really excited. Don’t blame me for that.”

There are only a few people walking around.  Some of them are just curled up in the chairs.  8:00 A.M.  We still have four more hours to go.  Nikki spotted an isolated place at the corner and ran towards the chairs.  She pulled out her pillow and slept really soundly when her head met the pillow.

We also grabbed our own rows of chairs.  I removed my shoes and pulled my feet up.  I saw a mysterious looking shadow pass by the door at the opposite side.  Maybe that was just the employee.  I grabbed a pillow and my novel.  I drifted off in the middle of the story then I felt someone move the book away.  I slept really deep that time, and I can't make myself wake up, but I can feel that something is going on.  I heard the person zip my bag and walked away.

I woke up after an hour and wondered.  Was that a dream or...?

-Yvette Williams, 18 years old