The High Note

Plot Of A Clichè Romance Novel

What is this? Are my eyes deceiving me? Did K just do a double update? Yes! I figured I owed you guys a gift for being dead all these days. So I'm actually proud of this chapter and I finished this one hour soo yay me! Haha lol so keeping this short as mommy needs her sleep, Read, Comment and Vote!
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Chapter five.

Just when I thought I was over him. You know what hurts me? It's the fact that Nicolette doesn't even like him, and he's like blind to that.

I'm not going to go weak over a guy, it's the one thing I thought I would never do. Why does he have so much of control over me? Why am I such a mess when it comes to him?

Like I have had crushes in the past, so why does he make me feel so vulnerable? I hate this feeling. It's like I'm not sad but I'm not happy either. I'm just frustrated all the time.

'Mione, you know Nicolette kissed Brent just to wind you up.' Blake stated as if reading my thoughts.

'That what's bothers me Blake!' I exclaimed making him jump.
'I mean, how can you FAKE liking someone? You either like them or you don't. And okay, let's assume you are a master of playing games, but then too how long would you do that convincingly? Like don't you feel guilty that someone loves you so passionately and here you are, pretending to like them. Leave that aside, don't you have any kind of self respect or dignity, you are letting a person you DON'T like touch you and kiss you and cuddle you! I mean, look at Brent he's so madly in love with Nicolette,' my voice breaking even as I  said it, 'But Nicolette doesn't give a shit about his feelings! She's here pretending she LOVES him and even Satan knows that she's only doing this to be even more popular, that is DESPICABLE , how low are you? Dating someone so that you can be popular?' I ended, taking a long sip of water from the bottle in lying in Blake's room.

'Maybe she, maybe she isn't faking it?' Blake said quickly, obviously scared of my reacting to this statement.

'WHAT? Isn't faking it? ISN'T FAKING IT! Of course she is! WHY DON'T YOU TOO GO AND BE HER BEST FRIEND INSTEAD BLAKE? AS YOU CLEARLY THINK SHE'S RIGHT AND I'M WRONG?'

'Jeez calm down woman! I didn't mean that. I simply meant to say maybe she actually starting liking Brent as she grew older but had already told her friends that Brent was a jerk but then Brent asked her out and she finally got the chance to.. admit her feelings?' Blake trailed on, a look of terror spread on his face as I looked at him.

'WHAT THE FRICK IS THIS? THE PLOT OF A FLOP CLICHÈ ROMANCE NOVEL?
YOU KNOW WHAT? I GET IT, I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE GREAT BRENT RIVERA AND WILL NEVER BE! YOU KNOW WHY BLAKE? BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE NICOLETTE COLLINS! HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER? IT'S LIKE HE NEEDS HER! AND I KNOW, I KNOW THAT NO ONE  WILL EVER LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!' I dropped on his bed like a wounded soldier and started bawling my eyes out.

In a flash, Blake was beside me hugging me, telling me that it wasn't true and that someone will look at me like that and-
'It's going be someone better than Brent Fucking Rivera. For all you know, it could be, uh, NOAH CENTINEO!' 
'Ew, Shawn Mendes is way way way better then Noah Centineo'  I joked, my bawl turning into an ugly sob.
Damn at the rate that I was crying, Sahara desert would have a mini oasis.
I lay down on Blake's bed and stared at the ceiling, the vivid pictures glaring right back at me. This was the best part of his entire house.

Blake had attached his favorite pictures on the ceiling, it was like a big colorful collage. There was one of him holding two triple cone ice-creams and smiling his toothy grin at the camera. He was five in that, I remember because one of the ice-cream cone was mine, he had snatched it for the picture and I had sulked and refused to be in the picture. Things were so much easier back then.