Undeniable

Chapter 6

Undeniable Chapter 6

Four classes went by quickly and I was happy when it came time to eat. I slowly walked out of class, since I was too tired to care about being first to get my food. Math really killed my vibe. But as soon as the bell rang, I walked slowly down the hall. I stood in a line by myself and got my food. The courtyard was to the right of the cafeteria, just beyond a door.

I turned so my back was resting against the door and I pushed it open since my hands were full. Daisy and Jerry were already sitting at the table we reserved for our group when I arrived.

“Hay Chang Chang!” Jerry said when she saw me.

“Ciao, mi amore! What’s up?” I exclaimed.

“Oh, you know. The sky. Then the solar system. Then the stars. Then the universe. Then other stars and other galaxies,” Jerry said.

“Oh, you’re such a nerd,” I laughed.

Daisy laughed. “That’s such a Jerry thing to say, too!”

“Yeah it is!” I began to eat and when I finished, I ate my apple and stared at Daisy. She always felt uncomfortable when I watched her eat salads but I did it anyway. She reminded me of a furry, little bunny. That was a weird thought…

“Stahhhp!” She and I had a funny way of saying stop.

“Oh, don’t get all shy. You do the same thing sometimes.”

She scoffed, “Yeah but I don’t look like a creeper when I do it. You do.”

I rolled my eyes and stared blankly at the table for a bit.

“You want to head?” Jerry interrupted my staring contest with the table. It was winning anyway. I looked up at her and she was cleaning up her food.

“It’s already time?”

“Yeah we have two minutes till the bell rings.” Oh crap- time flew by fast. I must have spaced out longer than I really wanted to. I simply nodded and picked up my tray. Once Jerry, Daisy, Jose and I were ready to leave, we began to walk balk to the door leading to the cafeteria. I dumped my tray and left.

Jerry walked slowly, so I walked ahead of her and Daisy and caught up with Jose. He walked my halfway to class and then strutted to his class. Hooray for Spanish class. I never thought I would have learned all the Spanish I have in just two and a half years of it. I’ve learned a lot that I’ve come to realize is helpful in real life situations. It’s not like those dictionaries that I bought that you have to look up what to say and not know what they say back; this class makes things stick in my head. I enjoyed that class too cause it was small.

“Saque su cuaderno y haz el comienzo!” the teacher told us. I still remember when she said that and I was so stressed trying to figure it out. Things have changed over the years.

And the day went on like clockwork. Punny of me, I know. I was definitely ready to go home by the time the last bell rang and everyone dispersed. I rushed to my locker to grab the things I needed for homework tonight. My phone rang and I had two texts from Oliver and Draco. I dreaded seeing his name. It was a slap in the face of the distress I’m caused at the thought of being rejected. It’s like those stupid cliché werewolf rejection stories everyone tells me about.

Ugh. Why me?

I opened the one from Oliver to stall reading Draco’s message.

Hey! Do you want breakfast tomorrow?

I always want food! What’s the occasion? I replied back.

No occasion. I’m going in the morning to but some for my English teacher to suck up to him for being a butthole. And then my sister, Julia, asked me to get her something too so I thought I’d ask you too.

Count me in :) Thank you!

Then I went to go open Draco’s text.

Day 2: What do you want?

Could that be any vaguer?

I meant as our plan. What do you want to do?

I don’t know. You already know that I don’t think this is going to work. So the plans are all up to you now, buddy boy.

Damn- ok I think I have something up my sleeve. I’ll text you later.

This is so not going to work. I’ll just end up liking him even more. This sucks.

When I got home, I was so done. I had no motivation to do anything- so naturally, I belly flopped on my bed and stared aimlessly at my wall. I don’t think I remember blinking during the time span of around five minutes. Maybe I did- who knows?

Luckily my remote to the stereo was next to my pillow so I turned it on and played some alternative music. My favorite band released a new song about two weeks ago and it was already on the radio. That’s how amazing they are. I smiled and turned to lie on my back.

My mom walked up to my open doorway and asked if I wanted to order some Chinese food.

“Of course I do! That’s not even a question, Mom.” She laughed and jerked her head to the side to motion me to follow her. I groaned getting up and told her what I wanted. I waited on the couch with my mom and in nearly twenty minutes, the Chinese food arrived, in all its holy glory. My mom paid the deliverer and went to place the food at the table. The aromas danced in my nose and I had a party in my head. 

She handed me my food and I sat at my legend- wait for it- dary seat. I waited for my mom to be ready to eat and then dug into my food. My black whole of a stomach accepted every piece of chicken and rice there was- which was a lot, mind you.

When I was finished, I cleaned up my trash, along with my mom’s, and cleaned the dishes. After I was done, I told my mom I’d be in the bathroom taking a shower and then I’d be lying down till I fell asleep. She went to bed early that night, too, so she had no complaints.

My shower was longer than expected and altogether, by the time I was finished with my nightly routine, an hour and a half passed by. Tomorrow, I already know Draco will blow up my phone and I don’t want to continue this. I just need to let him go… It’s not like he likes me anyway. He’s convinced me of that, now.  No chance. No hope.

But it’s just like that quote: “My mind says there’s no hope. Yet my heart says but what if there is?” That’s exactly how I feel because I know better than to let myself believe he could possibly like me but I’m always thinking about that .001% of him changing his mind. My thoughts are going haywire and right as I was going to bed was not okay. I hope I can sleep.

“Musical impressions define inspirations for years.”

Oh crap.

My text tone.

Please don’t let it be him. Please don’t let it be him. Please don’t let it be him.

Son of a batch of cookies.

It’s him.

I drag my body across the floor and touch my phone. What does he want, now?

I slide my index finger across the screen and open the text.

Oh gods.

Why did you have to text me this at this particular moment?