Bestestier Friends

Stuck in this moment with you

Chloe got a call from her one and only, Cameron, she didn't hesitated to pay him a visit. She bid us goodbyes and left-with her car.

How am I supposed to go home with transportation? I didn't take subways, either. And there's a 95% of riding home with Yasmin home since she got Eitan with her. And probably, they would go somewhere together, and who knows what they'll do.

I hid my panicking by walking behind the couple and Koby. I's hate to say his name. It's like the most hated name in the universe, and I don't like sticking with it. He ruined me. Not physically, but nearly emotionally.

They stopped by Blue Magic-the store with lots of stuffed toys, the cute ones. Yasmin jumped happily as she saw a very cute pink bear with Pretty Princess at the middle heart on its belly. It wore a little princess-y dress, and a little crown that made it so, so special.

Eitan took it and put it inside the basket, which I didn't noticed he was holding. She's darn lucky to have him.

There were cute pillows of instruments lined up at the end. It was cute though, but when I saw him checking those out, my mood changed.

I drifted my attention towards the little charms, lined up. They had initials on them-in their little bellies. And they were little bears-big as a middle finger. They came in different colors, too. And it wasn't just initials, the other row was words-like love, wisdom, music, happy and etc.

"Aw."

Screw. I was just checking these out and I bumped into someone? Great.

"Sorry." I said immediately, but when I turned around... I suddenly want to take my word back.

He sighed. "Is that all?"

Why? Do you want me say something, or you'll give up on me?

That song. It's stuck in my head. No.

"Well-I," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Demanding are we? I said sorry already. What else do you want me to say?"

I walked away, but unfortunately, he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him straight in the eye. I bet my eyes were flaming, but his were so calm. His grip was darn painful. I grabbed my arm as I hard as I could.

"Would you mind?"

"Jade-I'm sorry," he pleaded-with those precious eyes locked on mine, and that dimple beneath his eye.

"Sorry for what-ruining my life? No thank you. I don't need your damn sorry," I stormed out of his sight.

I caught up with Eitan and Yasmin. And yes, they were talking about their date.

"Where's Koby?" Yasmin cheerfully asked me, over her shoulder.

"Do I have a GPS of him? Do I look like I have one?"

"Fine." She giggled.

"Had a fight?" Eitan smirked at me.

"Not likely to ask." I answered sarcastically to him, rolling my eyes.

We-they, and I was with them-waited for Koby outside. What took him so long? He didn't buy the whole Blue Magic, right?

"Oh, here's Koby," Eitan gestured happily.

"Sorry if I'm late," he panted. He bought many.

"Since you're here, we wanted to-" Yasmin started, then looked at Eitan.

"Actually, we were just going to say, we're leaving," he smiled as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh, sure."

Koby's face lighten up. This means I am left with him. Him.

"See ya, Jade," Yasmin kissed my cheek and left, hand in hand with Eitan.

"Great." I sighed, standing still on my position.

"You wanna go somewhere?" Koby offered with the nicest smile. Honestly, I missed his smile so, so much. But what can I do? I'm not anything to him though.

"Home." Was the only word I could think of right now. I don't want to get stuck in this mall, anymore-especially with Koby.

I could not believe my legs, my muscles, my joints, and specially my brain. Why on earth would they go against me?

The least thing I wanted to do right now is to seat in the passenger's seat of the most hatred, Koby.

Honestly, if I had any choices-or option- I wouldn't be in this darn vehicle, with this darn person, in a darn good moment! Outside was freezing-darn freezing-'cause it was raining.

I turned at the dashboard. 7:30 pm. Woah. I never knew that the day would go so fast.

Evening-a darn cold evening. And it was raining outside. If it wasn't, I would ask him politely to stop the car and I would get out. Why do I have to suffer in a car-where I feel like dying.

"So..." He started, staring at the road-which we were stuck on a heavy traffic.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you," I didn't looked at him, nor turned to him. I just stared outside the window-where raindrops were falling slowly. I sighed and added-like a mumble: "Ever again."

"Why not?"

He sounded hurt. And angry. But I didn't took my words back because what i said was true.

"It's not like it would kill you."

He went on, shrugging. Again, we were stuck on a heavy traffic, raining. There were so many things you do inside a car-you could make out, tell some funny/scary stories, and/or listen to the song in the radio.

And currently, Passenger Seat of Stephen Speaks was playing. Yeah, like Koby was the first person, the whole world was the seconds person, and I-stupid as I am-was the third person.

Yeah. And honestly, I dreamt of him doing that, before. Where he'll tell the whole world how much he loves me. But seriously, I just found out that there'll be a 89% of us being together. And because of my attitude to him, plus 2% to the scale. A total of 91%. Only 9% more, and it'll be completely 100% of no chance to fall back to Koby.

Ugh. Saying his name made my situation worse. And now I had to suffer for any of my sins because I was darn stuck with this person. And his darn hand was near to mine. No way!

Will stop complaining?

So, am I supposed to argue with the person in my head.

"So do tell about Jhel's threat," he finally turned to me, shifting his position.

"Are you some kind of person who could-least-help me with it?"

"I am the center of this, right?" He smirked. Assuming. Feeler.

"So?-"

"I want you to tell me." He simply commanded.

"It's our problem. Not your problem."

He breathed deeply, giving up. "Until when are you going to be mad at me?" He turned to me again.

"Are you going to wait?" I didn't sound like a girl who wanted him to wait. And honestly, I'm not mad at him. In fact, I hate him.