The other side

Chapter 6

I get a handsome gentle man, who look young, brown hair, hazel eyes color, and tall, and in suit and bow tie.

"Good evening," he said in his British voice as I smirked.

"Good evening Mister?"

"Blunt, called me Kenny." I smiled. He is the son of the most successful company in America!

"Well hello there, I never been talking to a British person expect in my family." We chuckled.

"You actually a good dancer, where did you learn?"

"My father, then my uncle. Anyway, my family is British, but I'm the only one." We laughs.

"Well my parents American, I'm British." We smiled.

"It's nice to talk to you, Kenny." The dance are over, as we handshake, and I can see Tony is looking right at us.

I was shy, and I walk away from Kenny guy. I see Tony was laughing with a woman, why I'm so jealous? So I walked away. I see Tony follow me, and grab my hand.

"What's wrong?" He said as I turned over him.

"Nothing." I said uncomfortably while he take me outside, and goes to a place that there's no one to see us.

"Please don't hide it," he whispered. "I know it, and you must admit it." I shocked.

"Admit it what, Tony? This feeling is complicate. Which I love you or maybe just a crush. I can't tell. But you're older than me, rich. What is the same thing about us?" I said while I hold my tears. And he hold my hand.

"Carl," he hold my hand tight, as I let go.

"I need to go," I walk away with one Oscar De La Renta shoes on my right foot.

I went home, and everyone wasn't home, I alone every time, and I decide to sleep nakedly cause I'm to tired and lazy to change up.

I woke up, eight am, it's Saturday, and no school. Ten missed call, four voice mails.

'It's Demetria, called me when you receive this mail.'

'Caroline, I'll be home with Katie at six pm, it's that fine? Called me if you need help.'

'Hey it's Damian, I'm sorry I haven't talk to you all week, can we talk? I'm so sorry.'

'Hey, can we talk? I'm so sorry about everything. Called me back, kay? Thanks.'

I goes to shower everyday, changed up, wear white 'New York' tank top, skinny jeans. make breakfast, sandwich. Then wore my favorite dark green jacket, Converse shoes, and my bag then go out.

So everyday, I just went to the Central Park, have lunch on there, which is Burger King, and not answering any of those mails. I don't care and I don't give shit out of it.