"Well yeah, it's hard to imagine him falling for you."
Bella shrugs while eating her ham sandwich. Staring at me in disbelief
"But it will happen someday, maybe."
I dreamily stare at my crush. Why does he have to be so far and look charming at the same time?
"You're being dramatic. He really is not that far, you know?"
Bella asked with a frown painted on her forehead.
"Besides, he really is not worth it, Rose. You seriously should forget about that boy. It's seriously not that hard. You go and find someone else. Easy?"
She smirks and points at someone. I followed her gaze and saw Damien with his friends. Huh? When he noticed me looking, or rather staring at him in confusion, he waved his hand and mouthed "Hi."
"What's up with Damien?"
I asked, still confused with what she really meant. Bella looked at me as if I was joking. No, I'm not.
"Don't you see? That boy has been in love with you for like forever! and you still can't see that?"
Bella said, shaking her head in disbelief.
I never knew that... I mean, I thought Damien just wanted to be friends? And I don't feel anything for him. So how am I supposed to like him back?
"But I don't like him."
I said, glancing towards my crush, who was now busy listening to music with his earphones. I wonder what he is listening to. I saw him tapping on the table with his finger, so I guess it was not some cliché sad romantic heartbreak song?
Yep. I was right.
"Exactly!"
Bella said while making a face like I-know-everything-so-shut-up. I still don't get it. Exactly what, honestly?
"I don't understand whatever you're trying to say."
I said truthfully as she sighed.
"Same goes to Nicolas. If he likes you, he will absolutely, definitely make his way towards you. But look at him. busy in his own world, looking so ridiculously weird. Listen. Damien likes you, and you like Nicolas. And you don't like Damien. Imagine if you were in Damien's position and Nicolas was in your position. How do you suppose Nicolas will like you back? Think of it Rose. It is better to love someone who likes you rather than to wait for someone you like to love you back. You're wasting your time on him."
Her words got me thinking. What if she's right? What if Nicolas doesn't even like me? That hurts. A lot. Wait, does he even know me? Oh God.
"Well, I could try to make him like me back."
I grinned at her, to which she replied with a sigh. Again.
"Damien tried to make you like him, but you don't even give him a chance. Did you see the point?"
She questioned, raising an eyebrow. Why does it have to be so hard?
"I've got a plan."
I said, smiling at her.
"What? You're going to send people to kidnap him and then you'll go act hero on him and save him and blah blah blah he likes you and you ended up having twins!"
Bella rambled. What?
"No! That's not it. But I'll think about it."
I said, winking at her. To which, she stared at me in horror.
"Just kidding! I was actually thinking... If he doesn't like me, why don't I make him hate me?"
"That's absurd! Are you out of your mind? Why do you want him to hate you? You're weird!"
Bella said, shaking her head, saying that it was a bad idea.
"Well, I've seen many movies where hate turns to love, so why not try it? Maybe someday he really is going to fall in love with me and we'll end up having twins."
I grinned at that crazy idea. My crazy idea. Bella just shakes her head, saying I'm crazy. I actually am.
Here's the plan.
One: I just have to make him hate me so that one day he realises that he did not really hate me but he loves me instead and starts to confess his undying love for me. Yeah, maybe.
Two: I just have to make him hate me and that one day never comes and he'll hate me forever. No! Gosh. I pray to God this will never happen.
Three: all I have to do is make him hate me, and he turns out to be a serial killer, with me on his hit list. That's creepy.
Four: he's into guys. And that's a big problem.
Five: wait a minute... How am I actually going to make him hate me?
"Rose! The class starts in 2 minutes. You're going to be late."
Bella said, grabbing her bag as I was too busy with my thoughts, I didn't notice the school bell had already rung. Bella and I went to different classes. She has history while I have literature. I love literature so much! When I walked into the classroom, I saw that Nicolas was in this class too. Wait? I had never seen him before. Why does he suddenly appear in the back seat? Or maybe I'm just hallucinating things?
Maybe...
I took a seat in the front row next to Violet. We waited for Mr. Gibson to come. Unfortunately, someone else entered the class.
"Hi everyone! I'm Jessica Jonas, but you can call me Miss J. I'm your new substitute teacher."
She smiled genuinely. The teacher was actually pretty good. Miss J is not boring at all! Well, except for the fact that we spent an hour listening to her story about how her grandparents met. I don't even know how it happened. I was looking forward to her next class, though.
When the class ended, I walked to my locker. I was wondering... how should I make him hate me? Wait. Am I even thinking straight? Why do I want to make him hate me anyway? That's so... No? I wanted him to love me, not hate me. Oh God, why am I so stupid?
"What the f*ck?"
I heard someone grumbling, and it seems that my plan didn't work as planned.
"Um sorry. Why didn't you look at where you were going anyway?"
I said, trying my best to hide the excitement in my heart. Calm down
"So it's my fault then? You were the one who bumped into me and NOW you're accusing me of being the one who bumped into you?"
He glared as I was surprised with that honestly.
"Chill. I already said sorry. No need to scream like a madman.
Why does he have to make this such a big deal? and why does he have to look so cute too? Ugh. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
"What?"
"My foot is hurting because of you and you just walked away?"
He stared at me in disbelief.
"Why? It's not my fault and I already said sorry."
I groaned, trying to let my arms break away from his grip.
Ouch.
He just glared at me. scary. He looked like he wanted to punch me. Will he really do that? No... right? He let my arm go and started looking for something inside his bag. I was confused.
Is he going to propose?
Ohmygod! But instead, He just took out some mineral water. Is he thirsty?
"This... is for bumping me. And this is for my foot that you stepped on."
He said while dumping the water all over my head as I stared at him in horror.
What the heck just happened?