When he said that, I didn't know why I was blushing. I looked away from him. I didn't know what to say to him.
"I'm just saying the truth."
I heard him say the truth, huh? Okay
"You want to hear another truth?"
This got my head turning to him. He is already facing me.
"What?"
I was curious.
"I still don't like you. Very much."
He's said it many times already. But it still stung like hell. Why does he have to remind me that every time we're having a moment? Ugh. He's ruining it. I chuckled. But as much as I wanted to cry right now, I chuckled. He stared at me weirdly.
"Did I say something funny?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, whatever you say, Nicolas."
I actually have no idea what I am talking about.
"You seriously are annoying."
He rolled his eyes.
"Why did you hate me?"
I heard him ask. I did not hate you. I was just faking it just to get your attention! But you are just so blind that you couldn't see it! Well, I didn't actually say that.
"You're ugly."
I lied. I mean, it's obvious that he's not ugly... he just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"How about you? Why did you hate me that much?"
He sighs.
"I didn't. You make it sound like I just killed someone."
Did I hear it right? What the heck is he saying?
"Hate is a strong word. I just really dislike you and your annoying behaviour. For me, hate means that you're secretly praying for someone to die."
He shrugged. Oh, well, it's a relief that he is not secretly praying for my death... I didn't say anything after that. Neither does he. A few moments after that, the rain finally stopped. I stood up and he eyed me weirdly.
"I'm going now. Tell your Aunt I said thank you for driving me here...."
He didn't say anything. Wow, as much as I wanted him to say something. He kept silent. Don't cry. He doesn't really hate you, Rose. I keep reminding myself of that.
"Wait."
I'm hallucinating things now.
"Oii, wait up!"
I turned around and saw him running after me. Wait, what? I was happy, but I couldn't let him see that.
"What?"
I'm confused.
"I seriously don't want to do this, but my aunt asked me to, so yeah. I'll walk you home."
He scratched the back of his head.
"Okay."
We walked in silence. It was freezing cold out here.
"What do you think about Miss J's book?"
I really don't have anything to say.
"It's stupid. and annoying."
Wow, he really has no heart at all.
"How could you say that? You're mean."
"Well, that was my opinion." He rolled his eyes. Silence again. I sigh
"Stop sighing." I turned to look at him. He was looking at the road. "It's annoying," he added.
I chuckled. He looked at me, confused.
"How was your shirt, Did the soda damage it?" I thought it was funny. He glared at me. Why does he have to make things harder?
"Why did you do that? I swear to God you did that on purpose."
"Why? You mad?"
I teased. He gave me the death glare.
"I was actually going to give you the book. But you just have to be all bitchy and dump your soda on me."
He said. Ouch. Somehow, it hurt me. He noticed I was silent.
"Uh..." He scratched the back of his head. I chuckled. "That's what you get for being an asshole when I already said sorry but you still dump your stupid water on me."
He smirks.
"Whatever you say, Rosa."
Without noticing, we have already arrived at my house. I noticed he was staring at my house. He probably wonders why there's no light.
"Home alone."
He just nodded. I said goodbye to him and walked into my house.
"Wait."
I was happy. I don't even know why. I turned around and faced him.
"What?"
He frowned and rolled his eyes.
"Nothing. Go home." He said and started to walk away. What is wrong with him?
I hope that I could see him again the next day.
"I haven't seen you for like 3 or 4 days and you look unhappy. Why?"
Bella asked while walking beside me. I don't know really. I'm just not in the mood.
"Nothing. Just bored?" I shrug.
"Hmm... how is it going with MNHM?" She sneered. She just has to remind me about it.
"It's going great? He hates me now?"
I shrug. Again, Bella sighs. I am not in the mood for literature. Some people noticed that I was being weird. But I just ignore them. Even Caleb. He is just so annoying that I could slap him in the face. Also, Nicolas. Ugh, why can't he stop being so annoying? When I walk to the class, I saw Caleb go in there. Wait? Does he also have literature? great. When Miss J entered the class, she had the biggest smile on her face.
"I suppose that everybody has read the story I gave you."
She said, and most of the students replied with "yes", "of course," "whatever."
"So raise your hand if you want to be one of the characters."
Most of the students raise their hands. Well, Nicolas wasn't one of them. But Caleb is. I really am not in the mood. Miss J started to pick their roles. And surprisingly, I got a role too. I was Lucy, the friend that loved Daniel and wanted to break Laura and Daniel up. mean enough Laura was Hanna. She almost cried when Miss J said that she picked her to be the main character. And as for Daniel, surprisingly, someone voted for Nicolas to be the hero. Nicolas's, of course, refused and gave the person a death glare, but Miss J thought that he was perfect for the role. So he's the one.
My character loves Nicolas here, and he doesn't love me back. Wow, is this some kind of sick joke?!
Laura was so excited when he found out that Nicolas would be Daniel. Gosh, I was indeed jealous of her. As for Caleb, he became Laura's best friend, who had been in love with her. What kind of story is this? And I was sad about the fact that Nicolas would be acting with Hanna, not to mention about the kissing scene.
Ouch. It hurt me a lot.
Hanna can't stop bragging about it to everyone in class. I'm beginning to despise her now.
"But don't be so happy. We will have practise this afternoon and I will see how all of you are going to act."
Miss J said, as I heard some girls groan. Huh, weird. I don't even care about my roles. I will be perfect for that role because in real life I'm so crazy in love with him while he doesn't even like me back.
Yay! applause to myself.
I noticed Caleb staring at me when he knew Nicolas was going to act with Hanna. I wonder what he is thinking. And with that, the class ended. I was thinking about skipping the practise after school. I'm just not in the mood.