"One day, whether you
are 14,
28,
or 65
you will stumble upon somebody who will light a fire in you that cannot die."
—Anonymous.
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CHAPTER SIX:
The Eternal What If's.
I wasn't sure I comprehended her correctly. Because, by all means, she was trying to be funny. Chris was the prettiest girl ever, with that blonde hair with curls that fell softly on her back and sharp blue eyes and the body of a dancer. She was beautiful, and he was an idiot. Never a combination that could result in anything good.
"He what?" I asked, still unsure. I tried to keep my voice calm, but that small sentence came out as a muted shriek.
"Aiden asked me out this morning," Chris repeated carefully, probably measuring my reaction.
How many years had she heard me talk crap about Aiden and the way he treated girls? How many times had I made obvious my dislike for him? Sure, Jess had mentioned he's a nice person once you got to know him, but I didn't buy it.
And now I had a valid reason not to like him. Why he had wanted to ask me something that day before Biology, and seemed flustered when he glanced inside. Oh, now it made sense. The way he left talking to me that dreaded night of the bonfire.
I thought about this very quickly.
"Please tell me this is a joke," I begged. I glanced at Jess, and she was glancing at Chris and me as if watching a tennis match between two teams. I turned to Jessica. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Um, I'd rather no," Jessica began. "I have a feeling anything I say could be used against me later. I'd rather wait."
"Why?" I asked, now rounding on Chris. "When did this happen?"
"I don't know Bells," she admitted. "I guess we've been talking for a while now. He asked for my number the night of the bonfi—"
"He what?" I did give myself the right to yell this time. "Why didn't I know about this? Jessica!"
"Hold it, that's news for me too," Jess defended herself, holding up her hands in a time-out gesture. She looked at Chris in surprise and then at me. "I ran after you the moment you left. I heard somebody calling her. I didn't realize it was Aiden."
"Yeah... well. Aiden asked for my number, and we have been texting and stuff. He asked me out this morning before Algebra," she said awkwardly. "And I didn't tell you because you would freak out, as you are doing."
"And what did you say?" Jess prompted.
"I'm not freaking out," I protested.
"I told him I'd have to think about it," Chris replied, ignoring me.
"I'm going to kill him," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "I'm going to flat out murder him."
"Um, why?" asked Chris innocently in a small voice. "Bells, chill. It's just a date. He's a good person once you get to know him."
"That's what I always tell her, but guess what? She never listens," Jess said in exasperation. "He's kind."
"Sure, he's nice," I retorted. "As nice as the drunk uncle who grabs the microphone after the wedding," Chris started to say something, but I kept going. "He's rude and obnoxious and an idiot and a player. Every girl in school is drooling over him. I saw Meredith Lowe wipe off something from her mouth when he passed in front of her the other day."
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Teen FictionIsabelle 'Bells' Ryan is overly sarcastic, spends too much time shut up in her world, reading and finding comfort in non existent characters from countless of books, studying into late hours at night and trying to control her recurring anxiety. ...