When Two Different World's Collide

Chapter 1: James

My best friend was an idiot. Correction he is an idiot.

"Marcella talk to me," he whined looking at me frustrated.

I stared at him with a straight face, thinking to myself why is he my best friend. Matter of fact why is he my crush.

"Oh come on," he said. "Stop being mad at me."

I sighed. I wasn't mad at him. I was annoyed. He didn't even know why. I was annoyed because I was jealous. He was flirting. Like always. I knew I was in the wrong but I couldn't help it.

"I'm not mad at you," I mumbled, turning away from him to look down at my work.

I was though. Well, jealous anyways.

"Yes you are," he retorted. "I can see it in your face and the way you're talking to me."

"I'm not."

He sighed. "Yes you are. I don't even know why. I just need it to stop."

I want it to stop too. "Seriously James. I'm fine. See," To get him off my back, I turned and gave him a fake smile.

He smiled back. "That's my Marcella smile. Now I just need you to laugh."

I laughed at that. The irony of when he says I'm his but I'm not his in the way I want to be.

He cheered. "Yes! My Marcella laugh!" He threw his hands up.

"James, do I have to separate you two?" Mr.Hunt asked, looking amused.

"No sir. It's just that Marcella has been feeling down so I'm trying to cheer her up." James was an ass kisser. Always has been and always will be.

Mr.Hunt nodded, while I held in a laugh. "Okay well the point of partner work was that you two work together on the actual work. Not just talk."

"I am Mister. I swear," James said, crossing his heart. "Right Marcella?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

Mr.Hunt nodded, but then shook his head. He was one teacher who knew James was someone who was basically glued to my hip. Even when he tried to separate us, James always found a way to somehow stay close. He just accepted it by now, since having us for two years straight in at least one of his classes. Now he just likes to tease us. Best teacher around.

Finishing my work, I sat back, noticing James staring at me. I frown.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked, touching my face.

He shook his head, smiling. He was always smiling. "No Marcella. I'm just wondering why you were mad at me in the first place," he said, picking at his paper. He wasn't going to finish his work. He was going to do it for homework instead.

I sighed. "Honestly I wasn't mad." I was a horrible person for being mad at him for something he didn't even know about.

James was this all around happy guy. Sporty. Always there for someone. To cheer them up or to just flirt.

He nodded. "Right, right. And I don't love you."

Comments like that. I know he meant it in the way he loved me. But as a friend, a sister. Nothing more.

"Oh I know you don't," I teased.

"Oh please. We've known each other since kindergarten."

"Your point?"

"Are you trying to hurt me?"

"I mean..."

"I know you know."