Waiting.

One

I know I shouldn't be talking about this but I can't help it. I've loved Camille Cassidy for five long years. And she'd notice every other football player, date a bunch of quarterbacks, giggle with basketball players even nerds. Almost all of them- but me.

Maybe at fifth grade, we were tight friends but everything started to change in Middle School. Actually, when she got in the volleyball team. Then and there, she started to wear make-up, she had pink highlights in her light brown hair. She had to wear these tight bleached or ripped jeans, sky high heels and designer tops. She became popular and their family boomed into the state as one of the fast-growing businesses of America.

So she was now a rich bitch.

 

But a long time ago, Camille was my childhood friend. Her dad used to invite our familly to their weekly barbecue night. We'd sit around a bonfire at their backyard and count the stars. Her mom would make this sweet-smelling veggie soup and my mom would compliment it with her home-made buttered chicken. Our dads were best buds. We'd go to the beach for summer, make sand castles and get popsicles. She's met my cousins, and we've visited my dad's grave. Yeah- he died of cancer.  

In the hospital, she used to hold my hand real tight. I needed the moral support while my mom cried the ocean. Even at the funeral.. our moms took notice of this and even thought of marrying us off some day.

Psh.

 

But well, back to reality.

 

I just stared from the bleachers. Off to the volleyball court. Watching as they change positions. She's gonna give out her mind-blowing serve now..

The thought just came to me.. Volleyball players have mighty slaps, don't they? O_O

"Yo, Andre" Cole called. He took the seat next to me and sighed, leaned forward and tried to match my gaze. 

We were watching her silently. I knew this wouldn't lead to anything if I didn't say something. And so, therefore.

"CC" I started trailing off, not knowing what else to say. 

"Yeah. Dude, you'll be quarterback next month. You might get the shot" he shrugged. But in his eyes, I knew by heart that the guy was mocking me.

I just glowered at him, "Shut it, Cole".

He raised his palms in the air, "I'm just saying". Acting guilty and all. Psh. "You know, bro.. all I'm saying is that.. After all you've been waiting for.." he paused a little, trying to make it sound more dramatic. "..why don't you just go and make a move?" he asked, now, a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"I did" I shook my head, trying to shake off the memory. Trying to rub off the most epic failure of 'MAKING A MOVE' in its entire history. She just walked past me- as if I didn't even exist.

"Look man, Nerd-dre vanished. He BELONGED to planet Suck Up. Cool-dre took his place and turned plain boring planet Earth into planet Rock Your World.."

What an explananation, Cole.

"..what the hell is wrong with you?!" he stood up, as if more furious of myself than I am, "Why don't you be Cool-dre around the girl?!". He started gripping his spiky blonde hair.

I thought deep for a moment, trying to get it to him, Cole style.

"You see, Cole.. the gorgeous Princess CC has this Electric-Sting-Freeze Cool Ray. She keeps on pointing it to Cool-dre. NO ONE ELSE. And then, Cool-dre turns back into Nerd-dre! It already took five extremely long years for him to make his anti-Princess CC -ray shield.. but he still got something missing!" I tried to match up his weird logic.

"Why is it only Cool-dre?" he raised a brow, trying to find a way.

I sighed and sank deep into the bleacher, "that is the mystery Cool-dre is trying hard to answer..".

"Then why don't you be Nerd-dre?" he beamed.

"THE HELL, COLE?!"

 

 

Nah.

 

I thought about it though. Camms liked the old me. Camms loved the old me. We only drifted off in Middle School maybe when she finally earned some girl-friends. 

What now? I gotta be a girl? O_o

 

 

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