Complicated

Chapter four

Tests went well. Normal classes resumed. I gradually started opening up to my classmates and they all were so good and so supportive.

They were so warm and loving towards me.

"You're amazing, Carmen!" Ivy said.

Ivy was the type of girl who was crazy, hyper and loud most of the times but she had an extremely good heart. And she never shut her mouth. Yeah, she was a chatter box. Lively as well. Her sense of humor never failed to make me laugh my butt off.

"Thanks Ivy! And so are you!" I said, with a smile.

Cara sat next to me like I had told her before and she was so happy to sit with me and the other back benchers. 

As for Luke, he didn't speak much to me in class but he never stopped texting me after going home. He also told me that he was teased with every single girl he used to speak with, so he tried his best to not talk to the girls. He even apologized for not speaking to me in the class.

But when we started texting, we never ended it, because we spoke so much and we had different interests so we could go on and on about our opinions.

"Come on, its lunch. Let's eat!" Cara cooed.

Before I could reply, Holly stood by the window of our class, signalling me to go out and have lunch with her.

I had told Cara about Holly and everything about how we were and how she had changed.

I stood up, with my lunch box, to leave.

"You still want to hangout with her and get hurt, Carmen? Seriously?" Cara asked me, in dismay.

I just shrugged and walked away.
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Days passed uneventfully. And so did our semester exams.

I was walking towards my locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see who it was.

What. The. Bloody. Hell.

It was none other than my sweet, charming but ignorant crush(not a crush anymore but something more that that), whom I'd fawned over since eighth grade.

Jamie Cooper.

My breath hitched. My cheeks flushed. I masked those feelings with a smile.

"Hi." He said, with that same smile for which I had fallen, since eighth grade.

"H-hi." I stammered.

"Why don't you come down to have lunch with us?" He asked.

"I-I....I don't know. I was pretty busy with stuff. No other reason." I said.

"That's such a lame excuse, Carmen. C'mon tell me. The real reason." He said with a steady voice.

"I don't know, okay? I feel like I don't connect with y'all anymore. I don't know what to talk or how to behave with you guys. I'm so confused and clueless at the same time."

"You can talk to me. You can talk to Omar. You can talk to Stephen. We'll talk to you. Okay?"

"I-I d-don't know what to talk. I don't speak about shopping or I don't speak about who's dating who or any of those things which the girls speak in our gang. So I usually zip my mouth and mind my business. You, Omar and Stephen will be busy with your own talks. Do you really expect me to poke my nose in your talks? No thanks." I ranted.

I walked further but suddenly, he grabbed my wrist gently and made me turn towards him. My heart raced.

Why are you making it so hard for me to not look at you? Why are you doing this to me? You do everything other than reciprocate my feelings.. I thought and blinked back my tears.