The Fools

~Chapter 4~

Micheal belongs to her. My heart now is in agony the more I think about it. It's heartbreaking knowing my love would never be requited. It has already been hours since that misunderstanding with Becca happened, not able to shake that scene off of my head. I have no appetite to eat, yet I couldn't turn my dad down when he called me for dinner. He has already got a lot on his plate, I didn't want him to feel wary about me.  here I am picking on food, spacing out while my dad and Clara are excitingly talking and laughing. I always fail to conceal my worries when I'm down in the dumps, it's all conspicuous on my face.  It's frustrating. Now, they silenced, bringing their attention to me. Dad put his fork down and clear his throat
"What's wrong with my angel?"

" dad..."

"And don't you dare telling me there's nothing. I know you enough to realize that something's up with you"

"Scientifically proven, people with black hair and blue eyes are condemned to live miserable their whole life" Clara mocks

I stare hard at her, not saying a word. If it was a normal day, I'd make a comeback at her. For now, I don't have energy to deal with her rubbish

"Clara, cut off your nonsense" he tells her off

"Okay" she mumbles and shove a handful of food into her mouth.

My dad shifts his attention back to me, Now I have to come up with a lie otherwise he wouldn't let me off the hook
"So, are you ready to tell me what happened?" he asks

"I had a row with Becca"

"Oh okay" my dad seems little apprehensive, but not that worried. I reckon he just got used to it. My friendship with Becca wasn't picture perfect, we did fight at times

"Yeah"

"You two are like twins, you can't be separated. I'm sure you're gonna sort out what is between you. This is not the first time you get mad at each. Now eat" he says in an attempt to reassure me. I wish it was only this case, dad. He doesn't push me further to explain why we fought, and I secretly thank him.

He has always been understanding like this, and never been hard on us. he's the type that gently reprimand us when we do something wrong and I love him so much for this. He has done his best so we'd never feel the lack of our mother existence. I was four years old back then but I still hold few recollections of her. However I never questioned my dad for her absence in our life. A mother would never neglect her kids for any reason. The least she could do is checking on us, but she never did. I don't hold any grudged against her. I simply don't care at all.

I hear my phone ringing, giving me an excuse to leave the table and be in the comfort of my room. I grab my phone and my heart pulse quickened when I see Becca's name on the screen.

Does she want to end our friendship after what she witnessed today? Probably she will insult me and call me names too.

Many thoughts of this kind flooded my head, made me dither wether to answer her calls or not. I decided to just press the green bottom and embrace whatever she's about to toss at me

"Heeey what's up!" she says in a cheerful tone. Wait what?! isn't she supposed to be mad at me?

"Hello?" She says quietly now

"Oh hey, sorry. What's up?"

"Cool, you?"

"I'm fine" I lie

"Let's have girls night tomorrow in my house. I need you to do my nails"

she always say that she doesn't like spending money on her nails when she has me. She thinks that I'm as good as nail shops. In nights likes like this, I end up doing other girls nails too, it's not like it bothers me. instead, it sparks joy in me when people display happiness and gratitude for my work.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there"

"Great then! Nighty night, see you tomorrow"

"Goodnight, see you" I reply.

I let aloud sign, feeling somehow relieved that she still want me to be around.
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"See you next week" the bell rings to announce the end of the first class.  I put my bag on my shoulder, taking a glance at Mr Gary desk that's already surrounded by girls, trying to woo him in hopes to get more of his attention. Tsk, stupid teenagers. they think he will fall for one of them, and get himself involved in an affair that put him at risk of being behind bars. I leave the class making my way to the next one, already feeling anxious at the thought of meeting Michael there

It's going to be hard ignoring him, knowing it will just hurt me more. But for the sake of Becca and our friendship, I'll take this step and make sure that she would never see that scene over again. Someone in front of me places both of his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from walking. I glance up, I gasp, and my mouth hangs open when I realize it's HIM

"Surprised to see me? You were about to bump into me, and I had to stop you" he explains. I simply nod, completely at loss of words

"What's going inside that little head of yours?" He asks.
You really want to know? It's you, that have been consuming my mind. I've been thinking of nothing but you lately.
I would never dare to let this thoughts out.

"Nothing important" I reply

"Okay, let's head to class. I'm sure mrs Brown is already there"
why does it sound that he's been waiting for me? No it can't be.

"No" I blurt out

"What?" He raises both his eyebrows in suprise
"I mean, I need to see Kayla before I head to class" I lie
"All right" he waves at me giving me one of his gorgeous smiles that tend to make my heart melt down.

When the class was over I quickly packed my stuff and dashed out of class, dismissing the chance of any conversation I could have with him

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