Friends or More?

Chapter 3

Nadine's POV
7:30 in the morning

I open my eyes as the sun shines throughout my window causing me to woke up from disappointment, my eyes are still exhausted and bloodshot this is what I totally get from crying until I fell asleep.

I took a quick shower and change. I can't let myself lock in my room while others are already doing their so called summer plans. Besides, I need to be distracted by things so that I cannot remember James and how hurt I am.

I went out of the condo and walk through the busy streets of Los Angeles, City. The sun is heating up and people are dressed up in their summer ootd. The wind breezes warmly causing my hair to blew up. I have been in this city since the very first semester but I never tried to explore this beautiful city, the perks of being prude. After school diretso agad para mag-aral and by that it completely explains how boring my college life is, Ha ha

I suddenly stopped walking when I saw a pastry mini shop across street, I missed baking so much and it is a perfect idea to bake without stressing over a load of fridgin paper works and fridgin frackin thesis. Baking is some kind of a stress reliever for me tho,

I push the doors before I could enter, I saw an old lady in her mid 70's gave me a warm sweet smile and I gave her in return. Driving the shopping cart back and forth searching for a nice baking utensils and ingredients for a red velvet cupcakes and I finally have chosen the affordable and long lasting ones,

"Thank you for shopping sweetheart, I hope to see you soon" She smiled sweetly while she hand me the credit card I used.

"Likewise, Mrs--"

"You can call me, Mandy" She chuckled, and I nodded with a smile

"I like your eyes dear, no matter how much they teared up" She added and I froze,

"Thank you" I said softly as my cheeks burning in red, we exchanged smiles and I wave off

There's a coffee shop beside so I make my way to get in there, when I entered the shop what usually caught me off guard is the adoring smell of the aroma but this time a little boy and girl in their 11's goofing around in front of me,

"Marc, I told you to get some sugar for me. I shouldn't have went with you if I know this is going to happen anyways!" The girl whined as her cheeks blushing from the shyness

"Elah, there's no rules in buying a coffee. There's no law stated that 11 years old can't drink coffee. And I'am not definitely your servant, I'm your best friend" The boy pouted in disappointment,

"Sometimes you need to get out of your empty shell" He added and stood up patting her back to get some sugar for her,

Awe, kids these days are growing up so fast. It reminds me of someone who is really a biggest dork and at the same time can handle old retarded situations, my best friend James.

My heart still aches from the thought that after all we have been through, after all these years he still don't trust me the way I do trust him. It really pains me knowing every word of I trust you came from my mouth is also what my heart meant. But to him every "I trust you" that came from his lips is just a complete white lie that I always end up liking no matter how it hits me to cause me so much pain,

I guess my favorite author was right pain always demands to be felt. John Green, 2014

Without knowing the tears are streaming down on my face, I'm standing in front of this crowded coffee shop very dumbfounded. I hate myself for acting like this which is really new for me, I'm not even emotional but when it comes to him. He gives me so much mixed emotions and I don't know why, I need answers and at the same time I need to run from it but there's no way I can escape, for everywhere I go and every fridgin thing reminds me of him and only him.