The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 26: Stubborn

"Cara!"

"I'm coming!" I blocked my phone and kept it inside my bag, walking with my skates already on towards the rink. Like every other text he had sent me, I ignored it.

Another picture of him. Nico's been sending me pictures nonstop all week. The last one had been one photo of him finally walking with clutches. Someone took it from him and I wondered who that might be.

Maybe it was that girl he talked about. What was her name?

As if I didn't know it perfectly.

It was one of these moments when I wished I had social media. I knew Nico had an Instagram account, he showed me some of his work on his profile. He was one of those people with lots of followers but just a few pictures of him covering his face with his phone, just showing his back or his hands. Most of them were photos he took or paintings he made.

And even if I knew he wouldn't be posting anything, I still wanted to see it for myself. Maybe I could ask Ben to help me. I was terrible with technology.

Maybe I could also see that Mélanie girl.

It just came out, I really didn't know her name.

"You seem distracted. Just 'cause you won last competition doesn't mean you can chill now."

I stared at Jeong-wu with an annoyed face, he had a smirk on his and I just wanted to punch it away. I smiled. "Then how come you've been doing that all of your life if you haven't even won one?"

It wasn't true, he was really good, but I liked to see his face become red with anger, smoke almost coming out of his nostrils. Just like Mushu. I glided over my coach and ignored Jeong-wu. He thought his remarks would bring me down but they only made me become better.

"You're chirpy."

"Chirpy?" I frowned.

"Yeah, you've been happy lately." He added.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I cocked my head.

He stared at me pressing his lips together. "Well, you know..."

"Okay, yeah, but times passes. It heals everything." I gestured to his notes. "What's on today's menu?"

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Nico had stopped sending me pictures.

Why?

Had he really gotten tired?

He only sent...

I scrolled up our conversation and counted them.

Eleven.

Eleven pictures.

And no response for my part.

Okay, maybe he did get tired.

But he still hadn't apologized. I knew I was really stubborn but my family was really important for me. I didn't like what he said about them.

Although lately I had been realizing some things.

For instance, Brandon had been taking advantage of me. Now he suddenly didn't care that I took care of Sandro. He realized he was nothing without me and came back to me. But he still treated me like shit. As if he was doing me a favor to let me clean his son's diaper. I had decided to talk to him about it, maybe I could do it that night after he arrived from work.

My mom's been going out a lot. It was seriously impossible she got so many shifts. Plus, she'd started to wear make up and doing her hair. Suspicious? Yeah. Couldn't she have some fun? Yeah.