But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 20- Reason

I don't know. I have absolutely no idea who I like.

I don't understand. Why would someone as pretty and well-off as Fran, be interested in me?

"Nah, mate. The question is; 'why aren't you interested in her?'" The words came out of Luke's mouth as if he'd read my mind, like it was the headline of a newspaper.

"I don't know. I don't feel a connection with her, I guess..."

"What connection? Have you had one before?"

"Well, no..." But, I feel like I'll know it when it comes.

"Don't push her away, Ed. She likes you. Shouldn't you just give her a chance? (Signed)." Caz looked at me from the other side of the taxi.

'Give her a chance?'

What does 'a chance' even mean? Surely, if I liked her, I would know by now. I don't feel the same giddy buzz that I have when I think about Lily.

Maybe, I still like Lily? I should message her.

"Hey Lily. We haven't spoken in a while. I was just wondering how you are?"

She hasn't replied.

It's been a few minutes now. Maybe she just isn't on her phone right now?

I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket, before clumsily stepping out onto the pavement; almost getting my sleeve caught in the cab door.

For almost the whole day, I don't have any practical lessons. I guess I'll just have to make the most of basketball practice after college, then I could have tea with mum before getting back 'home' to train for athletics.

I'm excited to see mum; I hope she doesn't mind me coming over... Perhaps, I should bring some of those microwaveable curries that you can buy at the supermarket?

Microwaveable meals are something that Luke's introduced me to. Mum does have a microwave- it's not particularly powerful, but it still works.

After morning tutorial, Luke and I made our way to English.

"Good morning students. We have someone joining us today. He's moved up from the class below, so treat him kindly."

I look up to see a pale-skinned guy with a blond fringe, that reaches just below his brow, parading across the front of the classroom, towards the teacher.

"Hey. I'm Aston Langley. Where do I sit?" At first, it didn't click with me. Or maybe, I didn't want to believe it...

This is the Aston, who bullied Caspian; who hospitalized him and might've even worsened his health [permanently]. His hair has changed from his usual 'short and spiky', but his jaw line is just as sharp as his shoulders are broad.

I can't help but feel disgusted knowing I have to be in the same room as him.

I tense up when I realise that there are only two spaces left in the classroom where he could possibly sit. A desk next to me, or the desk next to Luke... Neither, I would say, are a good choice for him to take.

"You can sit..." The teacher waved her finger as if it was some kind of wand. Thankfully, she pointed past me, to an empty seat, a couple of rows behind me. "Yes. You can sit there."

Wait... That means that he's sat with Luke! I hope Luke can tolerate him for the rest of the hour. I know that I couldn't.