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WE ENDED UP SITTING BY THE POOL, both of us silent as if neither of us knew what to say. "Listen, I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye and-" "And running away with Carla on her fancy boat? Kissing me and telling me you liked me when clearly that wasn't the case? You are a liar! You told me l wasn't your second choice, and then you left. No texts, no calls- nothing." I sighed in relief as I let everything out, leaving Christian speechless for possibly the first time ever. "I'm sorry," He said, his expression a mix of frustration and regret. "Jada, seriously. I'm sorry. For all of it. You were never my second choice, it's just complicated!" Frustration was obvious in his voice, and I was tempted to pull him into my arms for a hug right there, but it wasn't going to be that easy. The whole 'complicated' excuse wasn't enough. "I missed you, Jada. The whole time with Carla I felt guilty and horrible for leaving, I would have come and seen you as soon as I got back yesterday but I had to visit Nano. I abandoned him for the very people who are the very reason he's there, I'm a fucking idiot." He pulled at his hair, and I smiled, nodding in agreement. "You're right. You're definitely a fucking idiot." He glanced at me sideways, smiling slightly when he realised I was just messing with him, my small smile giving it away. "So, do you think you can give me a chance?" Christian said, splashing his hand around in the water, avoiding eye contact as if I was Medusa. "One chance. And we aren't friends yet, okay? You're on probation." I said, pointing the finger at him to try to show I meant business, although I probably looked like an idiot. Yet he nodded profusely, leaning over, eagerly pulling me in for a hug. God, I'd missed his hugs.
"Listen, if it makes you feel better, you can steal my clothes and I'll run through the corridor naked. You remember that, right?" I giggled at the thought, recalling how the boys had tried to mess with him last year, leaving him with no clothes. It had backfired, and instead of leaving Christian embarrassed, he took it in his stride, walking down the hallway with confidence, getting all the attention from the ladies. "Trust me, I don't think you need any more attention from the ladies," I said, rolling my eyes as Christian giggled, shoving me lightly, a smug smile on his face. "Don't worry, I only want one girl's attention." He said, smiling as he leaned closer to me, hand reaching up to caress my cheek, causing me to blush. "Sorry, eyelash." He said, smiling softly as he wiped his fingers across my cheek, smirking as he noticed the red flush on my cheeks.
He knew he left me weak, and I hated it."Well, what do we have here?" A voice interrupted my thoughts as Christian quickly recoiled away from me, the sound of heels tapping against the tiled floor seemingly wiping the smile right off his face. "Christian and Jada. The first day and you're both already skipping class?" Carla tutted as the pair of us stood up from the pool, Christian flashing me a small smile as Carla made her way over to him, planting a kiss on his cheeks, which he almost seemed to flinch from, before turning to me. "Jada, I've been meaning to talk to actually-" "Sorry Carla, but I think we're all a bit late for class, and I don't fancy all of us showing up at the same time, it'll look a bit weird." I trailed off, watching her look suspiciously between her boyfriend and me, both of us smiling awkwardly as I began walking to the door before she could say anything else, waving goodbye as I headed out of the pool room, glass doors closing silently behind me.
I quickly made my way to the changing room, not wanting Carla to catch me alone for our chat. I put on the school's gym uniform, not actually minding the matching shorts and track jacket, both the signature white colour that the rich seemed to love to use. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, glancing at myself in the mirror as I tried to focus on something else, shaking the thoughts of Christian from my head as I splashed cold water on my face, snapping me out of it. I rushed out to the track, fresh air hitting my fair,
I headed out to the track, noticing that everyone seemed to be gathering inside the football cage, probably already done with their warm-ups or jogging exercises. I didn't mind that I had missed that, only doing my own little jog over to where everyone was. "Sorry that I'm late," I said to the teacher, explaining to him that I had been at the reception, handing in documents, which he forgave. "De acuerdo, todo el mundo, escuchen! Get into groups of six with mixed groups, boys and girls, please. We're going to start with dynamics." The coach yelled as I stood right beside him, immediately searching for Samuel in the crowd. "Hey, Chica! Come here!" The new girl I had smiled at in our first class had called me over, and I smiled, noticing Samuel beside her, waving for me to come over. "Hey girl, I'm Rebe. You're Jada, right? I asked the kid here who the pretty girl was in class, and he thought I was talking about the blonde." She planted kisses on both my cheeks as she introduced herself, before pointing over to where Carla and Christian had just arrived, the pair of them stretching together along with the rest of the rich. "Carla? She is pretty, I guess.." I said, confused, and Rebe laughed, putting an arm over my shoulder. "No, Chica, I meant you! You're the pretty girl." She smiled as I looked between her and Samuel, who simply shrugged. "Wow, well thanks. You're not so bad yourself." I winked, getting over the awkwardness I initially felt, shyness overwhelming me when someone gave me a compliment.
"Nadia, come," Samuel called for her to join us, and as she walked over Rebe smiled. "Don't worry, I get on fine with Muslims. In my neighbourhood, I'm known to screw them all." Nadia looked extremely shy at her words, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave Samu and me a glance, eyes widening slightly as if in shock at Rebekah's words. Rebe was confident and outspoken, which was strange considering she was new, but she clearly didn't care for other people's opinions. "We need two more over here," Rebe yelled over to the Coach, holding up two fingers so he understood. "You two. Over there." Carla rolled her eyes as the coach pointed her and Christian in our direction. "Fantastico," I mumbled, Rebe giving me a glance as she stared at the two of them coming over. Christian came with a smile, jogging over slightly, pulling on my ponytail playfully as he stood behind me, Carla looking at the pair of us disapprovingly. "Okay, let's get started." The Coach yelled to all the groups, as we began doing our exercises, me hating every minute of it.
"Hey, Samu. Un saludo de tu hermano. Was it too much trouble for you to go see him?" Christian asked, and Samuel scoffed beside him, shaking his head. "I was too busy working all summer, Jada and I were trying to earn the money for his fucking bail. And what about you? Cruise with your girlfriend on your private yacht, was it?" Samu ran off ahead, continuing on with the training, leaving Christian standing there, knowing full well there was nothing he could say. Samuel was right. Where was he when we needed him? I could see the pain in his eyes, as he came and joined me, slumping down on the grass in front of me. "Come on Jada, sit ups?" He asked, and I groaned but laid down in front of him anyway, as he rested his hands on my feet, keeping them firm to the ground as I did the sit-ups, counting each one as I went. "Christian, are you okay?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Es complicado. But I want to talk to you. Soon. Just not now." I watched his eyes as they made their way over to Carla, where she sat with Polo, the pair of them watching us like a hawk. "Christian..." I said, sitting up to meet his eyes, seeing them filled with worry. "Don't worry, Jada. I'll be okay." He said, brushing my loose hair behind my ear, and resting his forehead on mine, he sighed deeply. "You have no idea how much I care about you. How much you mean to me..." He said just as the coach blew his whistle, and we jumped apart, the pair of us making our way back to the school.
"Chica, wait," Rebe called out for me as I made my way to the changing room, taking off my clothes in a bid to get out of there before Carla came back with her attitude. "What's up?" I asked, already undressing, catching her staring me up and down quickly, although not very subtle. "Wow." She said, shaking her head with a smile, causing me to blush. "So, what's with you and the curly-haired boy? I thought he was with Blondie, but he looks like he's sick of her." She rolled her eyes, just as Carla made her way past us, glancing at the two of us. "Nada. He left for summer, with her, when we needed him. If he even wants to be friends, he'll have to work for it." I said, but she held onto my shoulders, smiling softly. "Chica, I can see right through you. You're worried about him. And maybe with blondie, you should be." She said, before starting to get changed herself, leaving me to finish getting ready before I rushed out of there.
No matter what, my only job for today, was to avoid Carla and her drama. And I seriously doubted I'd manage it.
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