The good, the bad...and the 'awkward'.

Part 9-It's my right to be Hellish, I still get jealous!

A/N: Thanks for the support everyone! I'm still doing: 2 votes=an update, So...I'm afraid you won't hear from me unless this happens. :{ That's only to insure that people are still reading, and I'm not wasting my time if no one cares for it. Enjoy part 9 of The good, the bad...and the 'awkward'.

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Previously on: The good, the bad...and the 'awkward'.

We resumed our work. Yet I could still occasionally feel that gaze on my face as I cut, pasted and wrote.

I was happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time, and I couldn't figure out why.

Later that night. Home and under my covers I replayed the evening at Jame's in my head at least a thousand times.

My heart was telling me something, but I didn't know what.

I couldn't be in love with him, because I was already in love with my boyfriend 'Harrison'.

Is it possible to love two people at once? I hope not. I'm the type of person that avoids complicated scenarios, and a love triangle would definitely fit into the category of things to steer clear of.

Then what could it be?

Perhaps he needed a friend. I wasn't sure how it felt to be a new kid at school, but I have had more than my share of lonely years.

I'm quite sure these two situations couldn't be too far in relation.

Maybe that was it. After all, this had seemed the most reasonable conclusion I'd reached all day. If I was in his shoes...would I want a friend? Any friend?

I decided I'd approach him Monday.

But what would I say?

Maybe. Come Monday...He would act like this evening had never happened.

Perhaps he'd ignore me, and humiliate me in front of the entire school.

I couldn't let that happen. I'd have to be very discreet about the whole thing. I'd let HIM approach me.

I'd make eye contact with him and if he showed any signs of friendliness and not that hollow stare I'm so used to getting, then I'd try my tactic. If not...well, can't say it's my fault.

MONDAY MORNING.

8:00 A.M.

I was waiting on my front porch in the chilly morning air, for my boyfriend to come pick me up. We were both going to be VERY late for school if he didn't show up soon.

Two minutes later, as I watched his car pull into the driveway I let out a gasp of relief that I didn't know I'd been holding.

I dashed to the car and hopped in the passenger's seat.

"Hey babe, how's it going?" His voice never failed to light my face up like a flame.

I just smiled in reply, and less than moments later we were wheeling into the crowded parking lot of our high school.

We both hurried into class, narrowly missing the third bell.

Harrison told me to go on ahead into history while he put something in his locker.

On entering the classroom I immediately made eye contact with James.

I was surprised and also a little pleased to see him smile at me. It was a friendly, genuine smile. But in two seconds it was gone and replaced by a dark scowl.