Oh, gosh. Aaron was right. No one glared at me since this morning – even once! And the freakiest thing was that people started greeting me and calling me by my name. Not the nicknames they invented for me, but my own first name. Everywhere I went, people waved and smiled at me like we were long time friends.
Huh. So that was what it felt like to be popular. Well, I didn’t like it – at all. I mean, they didn’t even know me and yet they acted as if they did.
“I don’t know what’s sweeter,” began Alyson. It was lunch time and we were at the cafeteria. Not really eating, just talking. “Whether Aaron asked the whole school to be nice to you OR Aaron told you that he won’t give up until he has you back.”
I decided to ignore her statement.
“Love is sweeter the second time around . . .”
I pretended not to hear her.
“Girls shouldn’t really play hard-to-get, don’t you think?”
“Allie,” I groaned, as though her name itself was a word to make her stop. “That’s a good idea,” I agreed sarcastically. “I’ll let him be my best friend like it used to so that all the feelings I’m pushing away will come rushing back to me.”
“Okay, I see your point,” breathed out Alyson. “You’ve sort of finally moved on from your feelings for him.”
Not really. It was just that, ever since we broke-up – that was what it felt like to me – I was able to breathe freely from my feelings. I was able to think of myself and what I wanted other than complain about life. But the feelings were still there, yet not that visible like it used to be.
“But you can’t run away from him forever, Dakota,” she added.
“I’m not planning to,” I told her quickly. Then, I added quietly, “Just . . . until my feelings for him are gone.”
“I wonder when that is,” she muttered dreamily to herself.
“Oh, probably until we graduate . . . from College,” I answered her casually.
“Speaking of College, where do you plan on going? It’s February already.”
“I’m weighing on Yale or Princeton. And you?”
“I’ve just decided on NYU. Luke’s going to Duke University. He already got an early acceptance letter.”
“I’m not surprised,” I muttered truthfully. “He’s smart anyway. You okay with that, though?”
“Of course, but I heard that almost all the players got scouted.”
“With a performance like that last Saturday, who wouldn’t scout them?”
Alyson nodded. “Good point.”
“Whose point is good?”
We turned our heads and saw Aaron, Luke, and Ethan walking toward us with tray on each of their hands.
“None of your drippy nosy business, jock,” I grumbled.
I couldn’t help but be a bit rude. I was not my fault that I was moody today. It was just that . . . I had my period. And it was my second day. I knew that it wasn't good to blame it on my period, but it was really the truth.
“Harsh for a nerd, don’t you think?” Aaron commented as he sat down on the seat across mine.
I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a harsh nerd.”
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A and D (PUBLISHED)Teen Fiction
"He's a jock. I'm not. He's popular. I'm not. He's good-looking. I'm not. And have I mentioned that we're the best of friends? So he loves me... as a friend. Too bad, because I don't just love him. I'm in love with him." -Dakota Evans ____________ D...