Not So Young

Not So Young Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The guy reached for my hand and I only stared at it, contemplating what's going on at this moment. When I realized the totally unexpected and uberly embarrassing situation I was in, I push his hand away to the side and got up on my own. Fixing my skirt, I added a quick look at him and smiled as if to say, I'm fine.

His eyes, from a worried look, turned into a dismissive one, "Ok." He walked away without another word as if nothing had happened. He left me the same way he came.

A surprise.

I turned around to face him but he was already meters away drom me, so I stood there mentally gawking at what just took place a few seconds ago in the exact spot she stood on. I had mixed feelings again like the last time, only there was another emotion added - ardor. A strong, flaming feeling of ardor, which made her giddy at the same time.

However he did seem apathetic about what happened. He would probably just forget this little accident ever happened in the first place. For all she knew he might be experiencing this constantly with his head always down, looking at his phone, never looking up to know where he was going.

I sighed and turned around, only to see the face I didn't expect to see for quite some time.

Rhys Salem; He got my phone number from Maisie, a junior I befriended one time. He had been texting me for countless times a day, even making me stay up until, say, 3 in the morning. James didn't know about the little friendship we have, although I bet it didn't matter to him, that sick bastard.

He had a girlfriend too; Jaimie Bemmington. She's an alumnus I think. Not that it mattered. I'm not really interested in things like relationships right now from what happened earlier, can't trust any guy who can still make moves on you at the same time nowadays.

"Hey, Rennie. Finally, face to face, huh?" He said with a sly smirk plastered on his face, snapping me out of my trance.

I immediately felt awkward. I had gotten used to him through text only so it felt weird not to use thumbs to communicate with him anymore. However I managed to smile, hoping it wasn't too tight of a smile, "Y-yeah..."

Crap, I needed to get outta here before I embarrass myself any further.

I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it, "I should probably get going. Text you later."

I blinked, he had unintentionally read my thought, "Sure. Bye."

Then he run off to wherever he ran off to.

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It has been days from my break up with James and I gotta say, I'm doing fine. I think I didn't even like him that much. I mean, I'm a sophomore for Christ's sake. Too young. Too naïve. I should actually be happy that we broke up. Well, actually, we were never together to begin with. Just MU. Little fling. Lasted for a week tops. Yep. Totally normal.

So why the hell am I watching He's Just Not That Into You and eating a bucket of ice cream in my PJ's?

Okay, maybe I was still hurt from the downfall but I seriously can't stand him anymore. Whenever I come across him, he'd be either eating the face off some freshman girl or flirting with her.

One time, he intentionally kissed a girl right off the bat when he caught me looking at him. Why WAS I looking at him? I dunno.

I scrolled through our texts before. I had been so mean to him, expecting that he would never leave my side. I didn't even get to say I loved him. Not even once. It was devastating.

I guess it's lesson learned: Show how much you care before he shows you how much it hurts.

Oh well, he seems happy.

I'll be happy too, eventually.

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I got asleep in the couch and I woke up to a text from Rhys:

You okay?

I typed a quick reply:

Of course. :)

He didn't seem to buy it because he replied:

Ronnie (his nickname for me), I know you. You haven't been texting me for days and you've been acting really weird these past few days.

See, this is what I hate. I hate it when people act so concerned and worried. I get problems like a man. I don't share it, I face it on my own because it's my responsibility. If I don't, it's a real big dent on my pride.

Rylie (my nickname for him), I was just busy and you were texting Jaimie that time. Plus, how would you know I was acting weird? You've been avoiding me in public.

With that too-long-of-a-text, I sent it to Rhys. It was true, he was avoiding me because whenever I came, he's scoot away until I could barely see him anymore, which is a big thing considering the size of the school. He even almost spilled his drink trying to get away from me. I considered that confusing and insulting. More on the latter.

It took him some time to reply so I got the chance to go to my room. He eventually came up with this:

I've just been... Observing you. Kinda. From afar. You know what? Never mind. I don't even care. Good luck with whatever you're dealing with. Good night.

To this, I didn't bother replying. I put the phone on top of my dresser and jumped to bed. Literally. It wasn't before 2 am that I finally fell asleep.