Falling For Coke

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Bright (again)

"Hey, uh, Miss," I say nervously, as soon as we got to the drug store. "Have you got a-"

"-Pregnancy test!" Grace blurts out. "Need it. Really bad."

We're in the mall's drugstore. And sadly, I can't get over the fact that I just met Coke and he actually acknowledged my presence...And that I totally did not care and took the whole thing nonchalantly. I could imagine his hair, his lovely tousled beautiful hair and his lovely dark blue eyes...

And the eyes that are staring at Grace and I right now are the light sea blue ones of the lady behind the counter.

The lady looks over at us suspiciously, pops a bubble with her gum, and asks, "Wait, which one-"

"Don't mind that," Grace interrupts, clearly giving the girl the idea that it's her who needs it badly.

The girl mumbles something then says, "Over there." She points the direction out to us.

"Thanks," I tell her and we rush off.

"I'm dead, right?" Grace asks me for the nth time, worriedly.

"I told you, yes, possibly. Now stop bugging," I reply. "Here we go. Tests down the aisle."

"Which one should I...this looks nice...tests should look like this one right?...Bright, which one...this one or this...?"

I've never seen Grace looking this anxious before. She never rambles on and on about something, especially about pregnancy tests. She's a wreck, pacing back and forth, comparing different boxes, her hair is wild, and there are faint shadows under her eyes. Well, I can't blame her, really. If she's got a positive...that would be the end...

Finally, I wake from my thoughts and I tell Grace, "Oh, come on...this looks fine," I say, grabbing a box of its shelf at random.

"Okay, okay," she says and we go and pay for the little box.

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"We decide to test her a month or two after, when...if she starts showing signs.

Grace is not Skyping Alex at all which is unusual as she's always doing that everday. She's been whimpering quite a lot the past few days, going on and on about how dead she would be if he found out. She sleeps in the morning and is panicking all night.

"Hey," I finally say to her as her eyelids start to droop. "Get some rest."

She nods and points with her thumb. "Y...yeah-" She yawns. "I'll just be there. Sleeping."

She walks unevenly to her room and disappears behind the wall. I hear the door close.

I take her place on the couch and I take a short nap myself...

Knock, knock, knock.

I jolt awake. I was sleeping, I think indignantly and I walk over barefoot to open the door. I turn the handle and I see a teenager staring right at me.

I don't even know who he is.

And also I become more conscious of the fact that my hair is probably a bird's nest and that I may have dried drool down the side of my lips.

"You're Bright, I guess," he says. He grins at me uneasily and ruffles his already unruly jet black hair. His blue eyes sparkle at me. A different shade of blue from Coke's, I notice. Coke's are warm and steady and calm like the ocean, his are energetic, electrifying like, well, electricity.

"Uh, s...sorry..." I stop. There goes your stutter again Bright. "Sorry to be rude but, I don't know you."

"Oh yeah," he says casually. "Thomas Simms. Hey, Coke's right, you're pretty."

My stomach drops. "C...Coke?" My stutter is no longer controllable. "You know..."

"His best friend, actually," he lets me know. "You got him burned in the mall, though."

I vaguely remember a guy who was with Coke in the mall.

"You were with him," I recall.

"Yeah, I was," he agrees. "Well, Coke's got a message."

My heart is about to explode. "And...?"

"He wants to meet you. As if he couldn't right now. The pussy cat." Thomas rolls his eyes.

"M...meet...?"

"Yeah, he's with me right now. Hiding behind the wall. Doesn't want to show his face. Wanna see him?"

"Y...yeah." My voice is so unsteady right now.

Thomas leads me out and turns his back and waves to someone behind me. "Bye, Coke!"

"TOMS!" a voice yells. Then, "Shit."

I spin around and I see him.

My knees are shaking, my throat tightens. "H...hi," I say in a high-pitched, strangled voice.

"Y...yeah," his voice like mine.

"So...why're you-"

"-Here?" he finishes. "I need to explain something."

"And that something is?"

"I...I...you know what? This'll be easier."

He pulls me by my elbow towards him and now we're facing each other, sharing a breath. His nose is tickling mine, his ocean blue eyes are on my brown ones. Our breathing is ragged and warm.

"I can't explain in words to you," he says. "How I feel, what you make me feel..."

He's hardly a millimeter away when he pulls away and before I could focus properly, he's kissing another girl. Another...

Sophia.

My chest starts to heave and my cheeks start to burn. It's a level of hurt I've never felt before. I could have burst into smithereens on the spot.

Anger wells up inside me. Seeing Sophia kissing Coke is the last insult. I don't care if I'm not officially with Coke. I don't care!

I turn on my heel and I flee back to the apartment, slamming the door. Then I throw myself on the couch and I cry until I run out of tears.

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You soooo hate Coke right now. And definitely Stuffy.

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