SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Twenty Three

"Hey, you just disappeared on me, not you too!" Vicky's whiny voice said beside me dragging me out of my little haze.

"What?" I ask. She rolls her eyes dramatically.

"You've been staring at him for the last twenty minutes, he's about to melt!" Vicky points out looking at Clace. I look back at him and sure enough, I was subconsciously staring at him like an idiot.

Wow, I have stooped very low on the creepy level.

"I was not." I try to deny but the brunette did not buy it, not even a little bit as she gave out a snort.

"Yeah, and I have a beard. What's wrong?" She says sarcastically with concern at the last part.

I sigh deciding to might as well tell her, "I just thought that, after the Date, Clace would make a move on me you know, but he didn't. He just acts normal like before. I'm just worried that maybe he has fallen out of love with me or just given up on me. I'm scared V." I ramble in complete misery.

Vicky's gaze softened "Aww, you're worried, I knew this would happen. That's why I arranged the date in the first place, Loise he's scared, you didn't see him that week, he was a wreck and now I think he just prefers to stay as a friend than to lose you completely. It is your fault you know, you practically erased him from your life that whole week. You never spoke to him or even spared him a glance, you acted like he never existed. So don't blame the guy for tip-toeing around you. He is just as scared as you are." she reasons. I huff furiously.

"Why does everyone think I'm the bad guy! It's not that I didn't forgive him or anything." I say frustratedly. Why is she blaming me? I have all the right to be upset with him. What he did was not a simple thing to get over so easily but I did. I found it in my heart to forgive him.

What does she mean he's tip-toeing around me? I thought we passed that!

"Maybe it's time for you to make a move," Vicky says calmly not bothered by my annoyance even a little bit.

Me making a move! That's ridiculous aren't guys supposed to make a move?

That's a bit sexist but that's how it's supposed to be! I've never seen a girl ask a guy out before! That'd be awkward and uncomfortable beyond belief.

"No way." I simply answer Vicky.

"Suit yourself. Sometimes we girls need to make the first move," she says nonchalantly. Oh god, she's on his side! This little...

It's easy for her to say that because she mostly asks the guy out. I mentally slap myself for thinking that. I'm so glad she can't hear my thoughts. I'm a horrible friend.

"You want me to ask him to be my boyfriend? Are you nuts?!" I exclaimed looking at her like she's grown a beard.

The bitch just shrugged. What a great friend. I purse my lips and scoff folding my arm across my chest and look away from her fumingly. I know am acting like a five-year-old, sue me!

Ugh! I hate him. I officially hate Clace! I can't believe he is putting me through all this trouble! How did he manage to turn the table! Now I'm the one who is trying to get his attention and affection! Damn him! Damn him to life!

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I have arranged a date... Well not exactly. More of a surprise get-together that involves both of us.

I Marloe Loise Steven an eighteen-year-old virgin-not that it matters. A no-boyfriend-since-birth is going to woo a boy who is my best friend on a date. Okay, I'll just call it that.

Yes, the first time in the history of humanity. Well, I guess not really but well this is pathetic. I mentally groan.

We have set up a plan and by we, I mean Vicky and me. Yeah, she was rubbing it on my face trust me like she is all triumphant that I listened to her. The annoying smug look on her face is glued permanently. I need a lot of patience not to wipe it with my fist, to be honest. Anyway, that's not the point.