FRIDA' S LIST

Chapter 1 GETTING DUMPED

CHAPTER ONE: GETTING DUMPED

I hate this feeling, the wait. I could feel this ball stuck in my throat again while I was waiting for Lucas Blanc on the deserted parking lot of our high school. I was standing there alone, next to his old 1997 green volvo while he was talking with his fellows in front of our high school. All the cars were already gone, except his. The parking lot was on the right side of our school. This old high school looked like a prison. People used to say that the architect was the one who designed the prison Fleury Merogis, the biggest prison in Europe. It was a huge cube where everything was grey: the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. And this kingdom of ruins was surrounded by a huge black iron fence. No escape. We were for sure the prisonners. Lucas kept talking to his friends for a while as if he hadn't seen me. All of a sudden, one of his friends said something, and they all turned around to look at me. They were all smiling like old hyenas. My stomach clenched. My mouth dried up. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I couldn't back off again. I had already done it twice. I didn't want my friends to think that I was a total whimp. And all this was my stupid idea in the first place. I looked down at the grey ground, and began to play with a small stone with my foot. After a few minutes, Lucas left his friends and headed toward me. It's funny how small things can drive you crazy when you are into someone. I liked the way Lucas walked. It was always in slow motion.

"Hey, what's up, miss?" he said with a bright smile.

He looked me in the eyes. I looked away.

"Nothing," I snapped.

My heart pounded hard. I grabbed my hanging pendant and began to play with it. It was a deep blue little heart and it was cold. That made me smile. A cold heart, that was almost a joke.

"Lucas, ca-can I talk to you for a sec?" I stuttered.

"Sure."

He opened the passenger door, and tossed his backpack into the back seat. A breeze blew and I smelled his perfume. It was Hugo Boss. I had always loved this perfume.

"So?" he said, offering me his charming smile.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "So, I got something to tell you. But it's kinda personal. You gotta promise me you won't tell anyone."

I felt my cheeks turn red. My heart was pounding harder. I had the feeling that he could hear it.

"K. Go on," he said, slamming the passenger door.

"Well, s-so..." I began stammering.

My heart was racing, and I began to breathe heavily. He leaned his back against his car and watched me. His blue eyes were so beautiful.  His features were thin. He was my opposite. He was muscular, tall, with blond straight hair combed with care. I was not athletic even though my dark curly hair made me look like an athlete at the end of a marathon.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Lucas, look. There's a girl who likes a guy. The girl is me, and the guy is someone close to you," I said as fast as I could.

He cracked a smile and nodded.

"I see. Want me to set you up with Giono, right?" he said.

Giono was his friend. I hated his guts. He was following Lucas everywhere like a puppy, and copying all of his moves.

"The guy is you," I sighed, looking him in the eyes.

He licked his lips, and didn't say a word. I didn't wanna be pushy, so I licked my lips and didn't say a word. I watched his eyes, wondering what he was thinking to himself. He remained silent a few seconds that seemed like ages.