Think Again

"Because if love existed, my dad would still be here."

PART 2

Chapter 12: “Because if love existed, my dad would still be here.”

“Oh, father, please father! Put the bottle down, for the love of a daughter.”

Now

 

Ana, Ana, Ana, what on Earth have you gotten yourself into? Falling in love? Really?

School starts again after Summer Break

Monday (2nd September)

This is just like every other morning. Me walking to school with my ears plugged in.

I don’t stop myself from moving to the beat as I absolutely love dancing.

This time, I don’t hang my head low as I walk through the halls. Instead, I put on a huge smile and strut confidently. Because I knew, even if half the school despises me, there are people who love me.

I see people, students, janitors casting stares at me. But this time, I’m not uncomfortable. This time, I’m proud. Because I have it in me to make people stop and stare. I stop at my locker and turn the combination to get my books, I have English first. Nice, English is bomb.

I slam the locker shut and leaning beside it is Mike.

“Hello, beauty. You look extra breath taking today. I see the confidence radiating off of you, I could use some you know.” He jokes and bumps his hip with mine.

I shove his shoulder and laugh.

“Here, have some,” I act as If I am giving him some of my confidence and we both laugh.

“So what’s up?”

I start giggling like a little girl that got a flower, and blushing too. I can’t help it. I sigh as I think of the day Chris said he loves me.

“Chris told me he’s in love with me.” I say softly while biting my lip and swaying my hips shyly.

“No.” His jaw falls to the ground.

“Finally!” He exclaims.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s just say -,” His words get muffled as a hand covers his mouth from behind.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m not deaf.” In a second, Chris has Mike in headlock.

“Yeah, yeah, gotcha. Hey, see you in English Ana.” Mike gives me a three-fingered wave and stalks off.

Chris corners me to my locker and it takes me almost all my power to push him to a comfortable distance. It’s not that I don’t like being close to him or vice versa, it’s just that he makes me nervous. Way more than he ever did last time. Is it because he said he was in love with me? Maybe.

“You’re making me nervous.” I smile as an apology. I laugh softly seeing him lick lips. Then I brush off some invisible dust on his left shoulder, fiddled with his collar and walk off in hopes I have the same effect on him as he had on me.

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In English, the classic ‘Romeo and Juliet’ was the topic.