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Chapter Eight: Carac

Chapter Eight: Carac

Alice and I continued throughout the day, discussing our thoughts about me liking Elijah along the way. To be honest, I'm nervous about liking someone. I have never liked someone nor fallen in love before so this feeling is a bit weird to me. I felt a smile rush to my face whenever I was around him and he made my heart beat like crazy, so I don't dislike the feeling. It's just new to me.
Alice said it's like that when you like someone. She also says you will begin to stare a lot when you have a crush and will also freak out over the littlest things. I laughed at the thought of this. I already have a weird habit of staring at people, this will just make it even worse.
I licked my lips as I took a bite into my carac, it's a Swiss dessert that consists of lots of chocolate. It's quite yummy, extremely unhealthy, and also will give you a sweetness meltdown. I then realized I still had the crepe in my bag that I was suppose to give to Elijah.
Alice noticed that I was looking at the box and asked "what's in it?"
"It's a crepe for Elijah." I explained. She jumped in her seat a little from happiness and I chuckled at her childish behaviour. Then she went behind me and started playing with my blonde hair, pulling it into a ponytail.
"What are you doing?" I questioned her. She nodded towards the door and I saw that she is pretending to be busy. Standing in the doorway was Reid. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on us. He smiled and I waved as he made his way over to us.
"Hey Reid." I greeted him but he ignored me as he stared at Alice. She stopped playing with my hair and looked at him. She smiled shyly and he smiled brightly. I stared back and forth at them, doing a little fist pump as I saw how in love they are.
"Hey, Pastel, may I borrow Alice?" Reid asked me, not bothering to look at me. I nodded and he took Alice's hand, leading her away from me. As soon as Reid left, Elijah walked in, much to my surprise. He beckoned me to come over to him and I walked over to him. He grabbed my wrist and led me out to the courtyard. Seems like we've been here before, same exact situation.
"Hey, Pastel..about what happened yesterday." He said, trailing off the slightest. I felt my face heat up as he mentioned yesterday's event.
"I'm sorry that I kissed you." He suddenly apologized and my eyes went wide,pupils shrinking the slightest. I don't know why but my chest was starting to hurt.
"It was a mistake." He continued and the chest pain worsened. For some reason, my cheeks felt wet and I realized I was crying. Was kissing me really that big of a mistake? Overwhelmed with my emotions, I did the most unreasonable thing. I slapped him hard across the cheek. I then ran away, leaving him holding his cheek with a hurt expression.
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I was so caught up with my depressed state that I didn't realize I was going to crash into someone. When I did, the person held me and cupped my face, making me look up at him. Jackson.
His worried expression was clearly shown and he called out for Jason to come over here. He wore a troubled expression as he saw my crying face. They pulled me into the library and embraced me in a hug.
"What happened, rainbow?" Jackson asked me, caressing my back. I then explained that me and Elijah kissed and he just apologized, saying it was a mistake. I saw Jason clench his fist from the corner of my eyes.
"Imma beat him into a pulp for making you cry." He muttered angrily and I grabbed his fist.
"Please don't. I don't need people to get hurt just because I am." I begged him and his face softened, ruffling my hair. We sat down in nearby chairs and just stayed like that for the next hour. They said some words to me that made me laugh and I felt happy.
"You like him, don't you." Jackson suddenly said, making me and Jason whip our heads toward him.
"As if-"
"I do." I cut Jason off and he looked at me in shock.
"Then why don't you tell him that?"
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I saw Elijah leaving the school and I ran up to him, calling out his name. He turned towards me with a facial expression mixed with shock and pain.
"Look, I'm sorry." He apologized and I shook my head. I grabbed his wrist and led him to the back of the school. He stood in front of me with a confused expression and I let out a deep breath.
"I like you." I blurted out, looking down at the ground. I flinched as he patted my head, making me look up at him. I saw an expression that I wish I never would have seen.
"I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way."
I arrived at home with a blank expression, which didn't go unnoticed by my mother.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked me, confusion clear through the way she gazed at me. I turned to her and uttered two words I instantly regretted.
"Fuck off."