What the heart wants

Chapter 2

It's day 2 of half term and I am sitting in my pink dominated room. Pink bed sheets, pink walls, pink Carpet.. I just love pink. I'm in the middle of stuffing my face with some yummy hot curry when my laptop begins to vibrate, telling me that Zara and Rebecca are skyping me. I leap off my bed sending my teddy bears flying in all directions of the room. I grab my laptop from my white draw with pink stripes and flop back down onto the bed before answering the call.

'Yo!' Zara waved.

'Sup girl?!' Rebecca waved too.

Hey!' I said, also waving.

We talk about school and half term plans. Sadly, we all have no plans except studying. Yep, we care about education ALOT. The conversation drifts from school and studying to the Friday before half term where I told Humza I liked him.

'OMG! You should totally text him!' Rebecca shouts.

I look over to Zara who is nodding her head fiercely in agreement.

'Well what should I say?' I ask.

'Hey hotspice. What's up?!' Rebecca answers.

I roll my eyes at her and tell her to be serious. I drift off into my thoughts and think about what I should say. Should I say yo? Nahh to much. How about....hey friend? Hmm he knows I like him more than a friend so that's just awkward. My friends notice that I am lost in my thoughts.

'Stop stressing dude and just send the dam text,' says Rebecca.

I stared at her and muttered,

'Your telling me to stop stressing? That's ironic coming from you: the queen of stress ville.'

'What did you say?' Rebecca snapped.

'Nothing!' I send her a cheeky smile as she glares playfully at me. Rebecca is a stress bot. She stresses over everything and overthinks everything. I had completely forgotten Zara was in the conversation until she speaks up.

'Just say hi. Easy.'

Easy? Yea right. I tellthem I will do it before saying bye and getting back to my curry. It is cold by now, but still soo delicious. After I take my plate in the sink, I come upstairs and find a text on my phone.

O.M.G

I stare, wide eyed at my phone, my jaw hanging so low I think it is going to fall off. The corners of my lips curve into a smile and I bounce up and down with joy. It's a text from Humza! He actually texted me. First! I open the text and my eyes nearly pop out of my socket.

Hey. Do you want to go to the cinema with me on Saturday?
-Christopher

My happy dancing and bouncing comes to an end and my smile slips off my face.

Hi. Sorry I can't, my parents won't let me.
-Lily

Damn. Out of all the parents I could have ended up with, I had to get the strict Indian ones? Don't get me wrong, I love my parents but they are way too strict. They hardly let me go out with friends, let alone a boy! I guess I could lie...but I am a really bad liar. I always end up laughing. I sigh as I sit cross legged on the floor.

Oh that's a shame.
-Christopher

It is indeed.

Yep. So ...got any half term plans?
-Lily

The conversation goes on. What hurts me is when he says I'm a good friend. It takes me a while to figure out that I have just been friend zoned and it hurts...a lot. But, I guess I'm OK with just being friends for now. The good thing is that he is comfortable around me. I realised this when he asked me if I had ever kissed anyone. I obviously haven't and it was quite embarrassing. I have been on this earth for 15 years and have never been kissed. Oh well, my time will eventually come and as Zara always says, 'good things come to those who wait.' That girl is a walking quote machine. I feel relieved when he tells me he hasn't kissed a girl either. I'm still pretty shocked. I mean, with such a handsome face like his, I'm surprised no girl has ever tried to make a move on him.

*****

It's the Monday after half term and I'm strolling into school. I look like a polar bear in my huge furry jacket and bright pink scarf. I haven't told my friends about us texting yet, I want to tell them face to face to see their reaction. When I tell them, the reaction they all give was definitely worth the wait.

We have maths first on the top floor and it goes by rather quickly. When its time to go, I pack up all my things and rush out the door. I stand with my back to the wall opposite the classroom waiting for Zara, who is talking to another girl: Natasha. She is one of those people who is good at EVERYTHING. She can sing; she can dance; she is pretty; she's a good athlete; she is smart. The list could just go on forever. She has short, blonde, thin hair, voluptuous figure, big blue eyes and tanned skin. God did not bless her with everything though. She is short. Like really short. Shorter than me and I am 5ft 2! As I'm waiting, I spot Humza leaving the class. He looks my way and our eyes meet. I shyly smile at him and he says hi and grins at me. My head drops down and I grin at my shoes like they are the most fascinating thing in the world. We sneak peeks at each other as he walks away. People around stare at us observing what is going on. Most people brush it off, including the gay group. Phew. When everyone stops staring, I notice Gibby still looking at me with his thick black eyebrows creased and his small lips in a line. Gibby is the 'leader' of the gay group and the most unfriendly guy I have ever met. He is chubby, with big beady eyes, flat broad nose, small forehead and dark black hair. I try to avoid his gaze but his eyes burn a hole inside me every time I look his way. What is his problem? Eventually, he walks away when Zara and Rebecca show up beside me, but doesn't take his gaze off me until he is completely out of sight.

The rest of the school day I try my best to keep out of his way but I always end up bumping into him and he growls at me. I walk towards the bench, our hangout place since we claimed it in year 7 with Zara,Rebecca and Alison. It is literally a picnic bench in the middle of the right side of the playground, surrounded by a big patch of green grass. Rebecca is showing off her freshly threaded eyebrows when I notice Gibby and Humza walking in our direction. However, as soon as Gibby spots me he turns around and pulls Humza in the opposite direction. I stare confused at his actions and tell my friends how he is acting weird.

"It's just how he is," Alison reassures me.

"Yea creepy and scary," I reply.

"No. Mysterious and reserved."

"Hmm."

I take Alisons word for it. Alison is a tomboy and gets along well with all the guys, even the gay group. She has long, thin, silky black hair and a side fringe. Her eyebrows are thick and have a naturally perfect shape. Her skin is rather pale for a Columbian girl and she has a strong stature. She is curvy, but she hides it with her baggy school trousers and oversized shirt. Overall, she is big boned, muscly and always ready to fight.

At the end of the school day, I walk out of form and wait for Zara who, again, is talking to Natasha. After about 10minutes, I peer into the classroom to see what is taking her so long and to my surprise, she isn't there. Confused, I turn around to see if she is in the corridor and I spot Gibby strolling towards me with the same look of disgust on his face that he has been wearing all day . I turn around and I feel his eyes digging into my back. I decide to make a run for the door but I don't manage to escape in time.

'LILY!' He calls in a deep monotone voice.

Oh no