FRIDA' S LIST

Chapter 1 GETTING DUMPED

"I don't know, Frida," he said slowly. "You're not my type," he added, looking away.

I studied him. He ran his hands through his hair. I looked away. The air seemed to thin around me. Truth is somehow, somewhere in my crazy mind, I genuinely thought that he was into me. He was always smiling at me every time we ran into each other at school. And I had the feeling that our eyes met more than it was supposed to be.

"Okay. No problem. We're good," I said, looking back at him.

I nodded for a long freaking moment, forcing a strange smile. I could feel my upper lip trembling. I didn't know if he was able to see it or not.

"Cool," he said, with a quick smile. "See ya," he concluded, getting into his car. I kept watching him when he started his engine, and drove off. He turned the corner without taking a look at me. I looked around. No one was watching. No one witnessed my failure but the thing with shame is no matter who sees it, it still hurts.

I walked back home where Maeva and Celestin were supposed to meet me up. When I got there, there was no one, except Princess, my white sister's bulldog.

"Hey, princess, come to see your master," I said.

She looked at me like to say: "Where?"  She should know better. She could be my dinner if I wanted. I sat on my bed and looked at my room. No one was there. It was like my life: totally empty. Okay, I know I should be ashamed of what I'm saying. At least, I had my friends and of course I had my family's love, but sometimes, I have to confess I felt like a hostage of their love. I felt trapped. And in a few weeks, my junior year would be over and I would have to leave my current high-school, to join the one that would open me the doors to the greatest colleges in France, and abroad. That's why I decided to make this junior year count. I wanted to make it special, memorable before leaving everything that I loved behind: my poetry club, my teachers and my best friends. Dating Lucas was part of the plan, part of the list, my to do list before leaving Chopin's High. I REALLY LIKED Lucas. He was an ex-outsider. I had known him since middle-school, and back then, Lucas was a skinny shy boy with huge glasses. But since last summer, he had changed his look. He didn't wear glasses anymore, and he probably spent all of his free time at the gym. We all had noticed the results. He had this  stylish haircut. And it was fair to say that after being an average guy, now he was smocking. He became one of the most popular guys at Chopin's High. He had beautiful deep blue eyes and thin lips. He had a few freckles on his nose and a cute dimple on the right cheek whenever he smiled. His teeth were clean and bright. He was hot, and he knew it. But I couldn't blame him for that. If we were in a movie, Lucas Blanc would have been the star, the main character. Me? I was all the opposite in all means. I had dark curly long hair and brown eyes. I was the type a girl you can look at without losing your balance. Regular, common, transparent, that was me. I liked school. And as if it was not enough, I was an active member of the poetry club of our school which was the best way to be labeled as a "Super Nerd". If we were in a movie, I would have been an extra. That was probably the reason why I was attracted to Lucas. He embodied everything that I wanted to be: hot and popular.

The doorbell rang. I opened the front door. Maeva and Celestin walked in. They stopped by to cheer me up after my texts.

"I knew it. It was a stupid thing. Seriously? Asking Lucas out? " Maeva began.

"Frida, do you have some cookies?" Celestin asked.

Obviously, Celestin didn't give a damn. I pointed to the kitchen in front of me.

"Yeah, on the left," I said.

"Thanks," he said, smiling at me.

He walked pass me and headed to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Maeva. We headed to my bedroom.