Chapter Eleven
The Impossible
“Ok, pause there for a second. It’s over?”
Ethan nodded, “Pretty much.”
Leela stared at him, sending a what-the-fuck face in my direction, “Why?”
He shrugged, “She wanted to T.T.S.”
T.T.S for Ethan was to ‘Take Things Seriously’. He had been going out (if you could refer to making-out behind the bleachers as such) with one of the girls from the post-match party. To Ethan it had all been a way to fulfill his manly needs, and as I could assume, for the girl it had been like dying and going to heaven when Ethan Carter, well-known player from Ram’s High football team, had crossed her path.
“Coward,” spat Leela.
Ethan quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Have you even considered how the girl must feel now? I bet you’ve drained her whole confidence!”
“Nah, this Saturday she’ll be going at it with another dude.”
Leela crossed her arms over her chest sending glares to Ethan.
“Did I really do wrong in ending it with her? Please, as if she cared.”
I took a sip from my Dr. Pepper, “You did wrong the moment you hooked up with her, since then all hope I had in you vanished.”
Ethan laughed softly and shook his head in my direction. “You’re harsh my friend.”
I shrugged, aware of Leela still shooting daggers at him, “I simply state what I think.”
“Oh please,” burst Leela. “They’re humans! That girl proved to be more than sex on legs by wanting to take things seriously with you. But you, too caught up in your football player world, don’t realize it! We criticize Brendan and the other goofs, when really you’re just like them. You have a girl right in front of you, head over heels for you, and you’re too blind to realize.”
“That girl is not head over heels for me.”
Leela stood up, “No, but another one might be,” and turning her back on us she walked hurriedly out of the cafeteria.
Intense, could pretty much summarize our conversation as a whole, but as I stood up to run after Leela there was something about what she’d said that triggered a suspicion.
“Chloe don’t,” Ethan was standing in front of me, prepared to go after her. “Let me, I have messed up pretty bad.”
I sat down, and saw him jog out of the cafeteria, just as a couple of guys entered. I sighed, and held my head between my hands.
Why do things need to be so complicated? Why can’t we date in an easy way? Without having to complicate our lives further?
I sighed again.
“A little melodramatic don’t you think? I told you I’d see you at lunch, no need to get all pouty for my absence.”
I groaned, and lifted my head to see Dylan sitting across from me.
“What do you want?”
“No idea. But now that I’m here I might as well make use of it,” he winked.
“Whatever.”
My eyes darted to the table where his ‘friends’, or stupid primates from the football team gathered. Everyone was minding their own business, everyone but Scott Danvers who with a knowing grin plastered on his face, was staring intently in our direction.
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Teen Fiction"I don't feel anything towards Dylan Miller." Leela nodded, combing through the messy knots in my hair. "Whatever you say." "I'm serious!" "Look, just try not to move so much this time," she said, making me feel happy as she dropped the subject. "...
