See You, See Me

chapter 8

Here you are again, finding yourself in Alya's welcomed arms. Your sullen eyes were focused on the ground as the both of you were sitting on her couch.

"I just don't get it," you said after a couple of minutes. She did not answer. She let you vent, it's for your own good anyways. "These feelings... I feel like I would just want to forget these emotions."

Alya sighed. "Isn't it hard to hide it?"

"It hurts a bit, 'cause--" you paused as her arms tightened around you. "That time with Marinette... he was so broken but then he doesn't know that someone likes him for who he really was?" It started as a ramble, but near the end it turned into a question.

You heard her breathe. "Shit," she whispered.

You closed your eyes and groaned. You untangled yourself away from Alya and proceeded to place your head in your hands. "I'm sorry. I'm so pathetic and cheesy." You let out a humorless chuckle.

Alya gave you a sad smile. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, it's okay. Really."

You stayed silent. You're really losing your mind over this boy. THIS HAS GOT TO STOP.

"I have no one else to talk to, to be honest. I actually want to cry." A wet chuckle went past your lips. "It hurts... that I'm just here, because I know that he will never be mine. I would see him hanging out with other girls, then I would just feel insecure, looking myself in a mirror, realizing that I don't stand a chance-- I will never stand a chance-"

Cutting your sentence off was when you could feel your body stiffen, looking behind you as Alya embraced your whole torso. She whined your name. "Y/N, I love you, but you're so dumb, ugh."

"Gee, thanks."

"No, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant to say is that, you shouldn't feel so insecure."

You pried her hands off of you. "Okay, let's just change the topic." Alya, thankfully, agreed and began to talk about her newly-created blog for clothing and fashion. You listened, trying to forget about your feelings.

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Months have passed. Soon, your junior high school journey will come to an end. You will say good bye to your friends and find new schools, new opportunities.

Right now, you were slouching in your seat with your classmates almost doing the same with their phones in their hands. Classes and tests have ended, now you guys just have to pass your requirements and have teachers to sign your clearances to be called a completer.

"This is boring," Alya stated. She was slumped over her desk, her glasses slightly askew. She was sluggishly sorting photos in her professional camera. Since there were no classes anymore, you opted to sit next to her. You were silently dwelling in your own personal bubble, doodling.

"I know, right?" Mylene said, ending it with a sigh. "Why don't we do something before the day ends?"

Before anyone could answer, someone suddenly knocked on the door, making the whole room quiet. Marinette opened the door, revealing Kagami with several books in her arms.

Kagami was a shy girl, but then as your high school days were coming to an end, she was trying to be more outgoing and sociable. "Is Ms. Bustier present? l am here to deliver my requirements for her subject." She presented a small smile.

The same color-haired girl that was your classmate let her inside and she proceeded to place the books on Bustier's table gently.

You stared at Adrien's back as he basically slumped forward in his seat, placing a palm under his chin. With a blank expression, you went back to doodling.