{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

fifty'one

Norah;

"Say, WHAT?!"

"He kissed me." I mumbled to her, stirring the soggy cornflakes in my bowl around and around, turning it into disgusting looking mush. Not that I was going to eat it anyway. Sighing, I just got up and dumped it in the sink, making a mental note to clear it later. I wasn't going to be able to concentrate now what with my squawking, currently excited best friend.

"Oh my god! No freaking way!" she squealed before grabbing my hands and trying to get me to dance around the kitchen.

Ever since I'd entered our dorm a few days ago, soaked to the bone and resembling a constipated, drowned rat, Jenna had been nagging at me to tell her what was up. Too tired and confused to even begin to comprehend what had happened, I opted to just tell her I got caught in the rain coming back from the field. The excuse was too weak, Jenna hadn't even thought about it for a second before she asked me again what was wrong.

I'd been snappy and moping around for about a week already. I blame Dante with his stupid amazing green eyes and that stupid adorably mussed hair and his stupid, stupid kiss that put me on stupid cloud nine. I hate him; he's such an arrogant, stupid bastard!

Now, now Norah. Don't be too hasty!

Oh, put a lid on it, you stupid voice.

Tsk, tsk. Mind yourself Norah.

Go away.

"You're not dancing? Why?! This is AMAZING!" Jenna who was laughing and jumping about turned her head to glance at me. Gauging my expression she started to slow down, sensing that I wasn't exactly in a happy dancing kind of mood.

"No, it's not amazing. It's stupid and it's confusing. I hate him." I said softly and calmly, tearing my hands from her grip, faint flashes of anger flaring in me.

"Oh, Norah…" Jenna said her tone motherly and sympathetic before she opened her arms to welcome me. I briefly contemplated running away, telling her (and everyone else in this goddamn world) to just fucking leave me alone. But for once, I did the right thing. I stepped into her arms, burying my face in her powder-blue sweater covered shoulder.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Dante was such an arrogant prick when I met him. I hated him so MUCH. And then Braden came and I really liked him and then he said he loved me but it turns out he was gay…and I just realized we were better off as just being friends…and then Dante kissed me and now I'm just so confused! I don't think I hate him anymore and…I don't know!" I erupted into tears, bawling like a baby. I feel so degraded.

"There, there hon." Jenna shushed, patting my hair down as she led me towards the sofa before gently sitting down and dragging me with her, "You'll know what to do soon. You always find a way. You know everything. I mean, you're Norah Parker!"

"But I don't know – hic - what's wrong with me! And then I – hic - ran away and I don't know if – hic - I hate him and I think I just – hic - …BLEW IT!" I hiccupped before dissipating back into sobs.

Just so you know I never do this, ever. Crying is just NOT my thing. It's weak and it's lame. I mean, I haven't cried in practically years. My brother says it's probably 'cause I don't have a heart. I barely cry. I mean, not even when Rick stole my Barbie and shaved her hair off. Or the time Tommy Papowski – called me a lesbian just because I thought he was ugly (which he really was). Not even the time Jenna and I had this huge massive fight over whether she was moving to boarding school or not (even though we both ended up going together anyway) and wouldn't talk to me for practically a month.

The point is, is that I've never cried over a GUY before. I've never cried over a stupid BOY who just drops in with gorgeous looks and an egoistic personality, a boy who just mixes up my feelings and scares me.