Played By Strings Of Fate

9th String - It's Illegal to Kill

The only thing I dreaded now that we were friends again is my feelings evolving to something more. What would I ever do if I couldn't take being only his best friend anymore? What if the time comes and I want more than he can give? I hope these feelings I currently have won't grow.

But I knew it was impossible because the more time I spend with Clark, the more the feelings I had for him years ago resurface and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

And I'm not sure I want to.

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My morning classes passed by boringly. It's only been three hours and I'm already home-bound. Nine girls have come up to me to ask about Clark. Holy grail of gravy. I like people way better when they were ignoring me. They didn't talk all at the same time then. Actually, they didn't talk to me period.

I guess embarrassing people has its disadvantages.

I grumbled begrudgingly to myself after talking off a junior from the high school department. I was being mean, but I was always mean. And I was hungry.

People should really know not to approach me when I'm hungry.

"Twin!" I stopped walking when the familiarity of an annoying person's voice called out to me.

I looked over my shoulder a little to catch a glimpse of him. He smiled widely upon meeting my eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't call me twin." I told Jake once he was in front of me.

"This conversation again?" he pouted.

I crossed my arms over my stomach, "What do you want Jake?"

"Snippy. I just wanted to say hi. You could at least act nice."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I am nice. At least according to you Mr.Your-Best-Friend-Left-You-Because-You're-Too-Nice." I mocked.

My hate for this guy had doubled over the weeks after he had told me that the reason I do whatever Clark wants -which I don't- is because I was too nice.

He scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously, "Did I say that?"

I gave him an incredulous look.

He sighed, "Okay fine, I did. But I was only kidding you!"

I rolled my eyes at him. Why am I even talking to this bastard? He had openly insulted me more than a few times and he talks to me like he has known me for years. The nerve.

"You don't kid very well." I said honestly, "And we're not friends okay? Don't act like we are."

A look of hurt flashed across his face but I couldn't care less. All I cared for right now was my lunch. Talking only made me hungrier.

Luckily for me, he was called by another student before he could have a chance to reply.

I didn't mean to hurt him if he thought we were friends. But of course we weren't. The only friends I had were Jesse, Kiel, Clark and his family, and the kids from the kindergarten I worked part-time at last year. Jake was along the lines of an acquaintance. We only acknowledge each other because he and Alissa make it hard for me to ignore them. They are primely annoying together.

My growling stomach knocked me out of my thoughts so instead of standing in the corridor like an idiot, I continued towards the cafeteria. My favourite room in the whole school.

I ordered my usual Tuesday lunch and just like that, I was happy as Peter Pan went he found his shadow.

I sat alone, as usual, but I didn't mind. I like being alone during lunch time. It meant no distraction from eating my food. It was way better than blabbering to your friends about how the hottest guy in school fancies you.