Chapter Eight

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Key

Pink-Happiness

Hot Pink-Attraction

Light Red-Love

Red-Lust

Dark Red-Hate

Rust-Discomfort

Bright Orange-Curiosity

Orange-Excitement

Dark Orange-Suspicion

Brown-Illness

Light Yellow-Cowardice

Yellow-Fear

Deep Yellow-Bravery

Light Green-Envy

Green-Greed

Dark Green-Jealousy

Teal-Shock

Turquoise-Serenity

Light Blue-Sadness

Blue-Melancholy

Dark Blue-Depression

Lavender-Passion

Periwinkle-Annoyance

Violet-Anger

Purple-Rage

Copper- Embarrassment

Hazel-Nervousness

Brown-Sickness

White-Purity

Gray-Confusion

Black-Corruption

Gold-Confidence



Christopher 


            Nicole sits next to me on the couch and I look at her, afraid. She stares at her hands and fiddles with them. I notice my hazel hair in my reflection on the window and throw my hand through it.  

          “Chris, first of all, I do really like being friends with you. You’re pretty much the first friend I’ve had. But Chris I met you like a week ago. I’m still learning to like myself and I just don’t think I really like you like that. I want to like you, for you, but I can’t. You kissed me and I thought the change in my hair was because I felt something for you but I don’t think it was. I think it was an overload of emotion. I’m sorry. I really am,” She looks down as she finishes but I keep staring at her.  

          “I don’t even know what to say. I- Nicole, I thought we had something. I know it hasn’t been long but- I don’t know. Could you just give me a chance?” I feel like I’m begging her.  

          “No. Not now Christopher. Maybe we do have something, I’m not sure. But right now, I just don’t think I can be anything more than friends with you. It all just feels forced. This, you and me, it isn’t real. Not yet,” She glances away again.  

         “Are you breaking up with me?” I ask her. 

         “No. There was never anything to break up,” She stands up and walks to the door. “I’m sorry Chris,” And with that she’s gone.  

          I move towards the window to see Nicole walking away. She doesn’t turn back to look at me. I’m not even sure how to process this turn of events. I was really starting to like her. I don’t understand what I did wrong or why she doesn’t like me.  

          What do I do now? 

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