Love and hate

Chapter 6

Four weeks later:

Four weeks. Four weeks without my best friend. I miss him but. What he did to me was unforgivable.

School starts today. How i hate mondays. After monday and tuesday, Even the calendar says WTF. I giggled at my inside joke.

"Eliza! I'm going! have a nice day at school!" Mum shouted from downstairs. Before i could reply, mum closed the door with a 'click'. I jogged to my room to get ready. y'know? cuz walking is to mainstream. I pick out my uniform.

Ugh its ugly as.

White button down with a blood red tie. the skit is waisted and black. Then i have to wear this black jacket that has the schools name printed in red. I swear its like they want us to look boring.

I take a quick glance at my reflection in my mirror and nod in satisfaction. My hair is wavy from the two braids I had in for the night and mum took me to get my ears pierced last week so i am wearing diamond studs. I must say i look good! more mature. Like i've moved on from Jacob.

My grin turns into a grim expression. Liz! snap out of it! You have school! I lightly slap both cheeks on my face and blink a few times. I run downstairs and leave the house. I freeze halfway out of my driveway. I'm forgetting something. Think. Think. Think. My phone.

"OH SHI-" i immediately freeze as an elderly woman looks at me with an arched eyebrow.

"Shitaki mushrooms. I forgot i left them on the counter?" i ended my comment more like a question than a statement. But it seemed like a good enough excuse because the lady just walked off.

Like i suddenly become an olympic champion, i sprint into my house and grab my phone.

After ten minutes of walking i reach the school gate when I'm stopped by a voice.

"Hey Liz!"

I turn around to find my face colliding into someones chest.

"Yikes!" I push whoever's chest it was far away and look up. Ben? He never talks to me. I mean I think he bad a crush on me but that was in primary.

We had this thing where he would hold both my tiny hands with one of his and we would have a staring contest. We also had nicknames i would call him Benjellybeans and he would call me silly girly. Once high school begun, we kind of drifted and i became close with Jacob.

I give him a confused look. He just grins and grabs my hand. WAIT WHAT. I look at Ben alarmed. He bends down so his lips just hover over the tip of my ear.

"I heard that you and you boyfriend broke up." he whispers making me stop breathing. How did he know that!? And what boyfriend?! Jacob?!

"Who told you that?" I look at him accusingly.

"Well you haven't talked to Jacob for the past four weeks so i guessed and you just confirmed my assumption" he leans close to my face with a toothy grin. I tense up and glare straight at him. He has these green eyes that could leave you dazed for hours. But not me.There is no way in hell that another guy is ever going to make me feel weak.

Our staring contest is interrupted with a giggle. I snap and turn around to see the most disturbing sight.

Jacob is staring at us with a shocked face. He looks immobilized. I look away from his gaze and find where giggling came from, some barbie wannabe clinging to his arm for dear life. I roll my eyes and start to stare right back at them with the most uninterested look i could muster on my face, not letting any emotion pass my mask of boredom.

As i keep glaring, i feel someone slip their hand into my own and begins to tug my arm. i look up to see Ben staring at Jacob with the worst look ever. He's looking at him with the most annoyance in his eyes.

"C'mon Liz. Lets go to class." he says not looking at me but continuing to glare at Jacob. I stare at him in amusement. Why dose he hate Jacob? what did he do to Ben?

Not having moved yet, Ben begins to drag me away. i take a quick glance at Jacob and he is staring anxiously at us. I raise an eyebrow but continue walking with Ben.

We reach my locker and i turn around and lift up one foot to balance against the wall. Then I face Ben who was standing close behind me. I cross my arms over my chest and look at him straight in the eye.

"Care to explain what all that was about?"

" What do you mean?" he looks at me and tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy.

I poked his chest with my index finger and stared straight at him.

"You know what i mean, the holding hands the glaring the communication all so sudden!" I stared sternly but not like a glare, more like a 'concerned thoughtful raised eyebrow' look.

He grins and looks at my hands.

"Still such small hands." He murmurs.

I self consciously flinch at his sentence of the past.

"Silly girly," he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.