nothing less ➸ demar derozan

thirteen

Isabella

After the Thanksgiving break passed, we went back to school and things were beyond awkward. Lunch was uncomfortable around the boys because they all knew what happened behind those closed doors. Jimmy still hung out with us at lunch but I made sure to keep my distance. Sometimes he would attempt to talk to me but I would quickly walk away.

On Thanksgiving Day, my family and relatives got together and re-introduced Haro to the family. Because it was the majority of my Dad's family that lives in California, Haro was basically considered a new family member to them. According to my aunt, everyone had thought one of the babies died at birth, so therefore no one knew Haro existed. It was a great time being with them and I couldn't have asked for the break to go any better. Haro's cheesy smile never left his face once.

DeMar and I decided to keep everything under the radar. When we would be in private and out of school, we would do "couple things." We hung out a lot at my house and at the cafe the past week. Most of the time we would just watch movies and cuddle—the boring stuff. We weren't able to go out this much because I had to catch up on a lot of homework but we enjoyed each other's company.

Jordin and I also stopped talking. I hate how we ended because we sort of drifted apart and that was final. After what she did to Kyle, I just honestly couldn't look at her the same. I think she was able to sense that I wasn't really feeling her no more, so she stopped coming around. But I just wish I could get an explanation about how our friendship just ended so quickly.

It was now Wednesday, it was pretty gloomy as well. It had been raining all week and the weather was bringing me down too. I'm not sure how the weather can play a factor on your attitude but it did for me.

I dug my hands into the pockets of my sweats and let my ear buds pierce into my ears. I walked leisurely to my fourth period. It was my least favorite class because I had most of the boys and Jordin in there. I dreaded the class mainly because of the changes that happened over the break.

Someone bumped into my shoulder causing my body to thrust towards the left.

"Woah, you okay?" He asked. His eyes grew with concern and he looked genuine.

"Yeah, Rozan," I whispered back. I didn't intend for it to come out as a whisper but it did, and I knew he would think something was wrong.

He moved closer to me so that our shoulders were rubbing against each other; he didn't want to make it obvious but wanted to comfort me. When we would be in public he would show a very unique way of trying to comfort me, but I didn't care because it was his own little thing. He says, "After school let me hold you."

His words made me yearn for his touch. I wanted to hold him right now because he brought this comfort that no one else could. I pushed him away while he made a small grin to himself.

"You know you want to smile," he nudged my arm.

I shook my head, "Don't say those words."

"Why not?" His eyebrows connected.

"Because..I want to be with you right now, but instead I'm with all the boys except you." I frowned.

He laughed, "Someone is obsessed with me."

My cheeks began to heat up at his words and his continuing nagging. Once we reached the end of our halls, we went our separate ways. I heard the warning bell go off and slowly picked up my pace, because I knew I spent too much time talking to Rozan in the hall.

I made it in class and sat down at an empty group table. I was hoping that no one else would sit at this table so I wouldn't have to converse with anyone. But I had spoke too early, Kevin, Paul, and DeAndre had sat down with me. I knew they would want to talk the whole time, but I realized it could've been worse—Jimmy could have sat with us.