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3 months later.
I walk through the hallways with Princess, as we make our way to the cafeteria.
"And then Jessie told me she was sorry, but I knew that was a fucking lie," she tells me in a stressful manner, as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
"Wow," I comment, not really interested. But I listen because she wants someone to talk to, so I'll be that person.
We take a seat at our table, where Bella, Chrissy, and Simone are already waiting.
Chrissy and Simone are some new friends we made in the last few months.
"What took you so long?" Bella asks, as she swiftly steals a fry from Ria's tray.
"We stopped by her locker," Princess answers, referring to me.
A huge laughter suddenly catches a few attentions of some people, but I already know who it is.
I take the risk of stealing a glance at the crowded table across the room. I know at least half the people sitting there. The ones I know the most are probably Kyle, Will, Derek, and Nathan.
It's funny how in the beginning of the year, we were like best friends. It's even funnier how we barely even talk at all now.
It just became so awkward whenever we see each other.
I happen to catch a glimpse of some girl laughing with Nathan. Life is great.
I quickly look away and turn back to my friends. "So what do we have planned for the weekends?"
Chrissy starts slamming her fists on the table in excitement. "I heard that it's going to be really warm on Saturday. So how about we go to the pool?"
"Ooh, I like that," Princess says.
"You like everything," Simone tells her.
"I think the pool sounds good. So what time?" asks Bella, as she pulls out her phone.
"How about 1:30," I suggest.
"In the afternoon," Princess adds.
Chrissy face palms. "Of course in the afternoon. What the fuck would we do at 1 in the morning?"
"Chris, stop attacking me."
"Okay, 1:30 it is," Bella says, typing in her phone.
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As Gemma and I make our way back home, I stare out the window.
"Did you talk to him yet?"
I turn to her and give her a disgusted look. "Can you stop asking me that?"
"Opal," she starts, "both of you haven't talked in like.. 2 months?"
"Three," I correct her.
"Wow," she mumbles, as she parks her car in our driveway.
I quickly hop out of the car and head back to my room. Surprisingly, my mom is already home. "Hi, anak," she says, as she works away in the kitchen.
"Hi, Mama," I tell her. "Did your work end early today?"
"Yep," she replies. "Now, do you want pizza or steak?"
"Both?" I reply.
She lets out a laugh. "No wonder you're getting fat."
I roll my eyes. "Thanks," I tell her jokingly, and I head up to my room.
I collapse onto my bed, deciding whether I should take a nap or not.
"Opal, it's Thursday," I hear Gemma shout from downstairs.
I let out a groan. I have to babysit Ella today.
I love Ella, but I just don't like the fact that I'll be seeing Nathan. To be honest, we haven't even told a word to each other since his birthday.
I've been ignoring him for 3 months in his own house, so I guess I can do that today, too.
I pull on some grey leggings and a red hoodie, and I make my way down the stairs.
"See you guys later," I call out, before closing the door.
I make my way across the street and ring the doorbell. After a while, the door opens, revealing Nathan.
Fuck.
His hair is all messy, but you know, in a fucking good way. He's wearing black sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
But his eyes are what always stand out the most. Those stunning green eyes stare back me.
I clear my throat. "Uh, can I come in?"
"Sure," he says stepping aside so I can walk in. I catch the scent of pine trees from his cologne, and it smells good as hell.
"Opal!" I hear Ella squeal, as she runs up to me and wraps her small arms around my thighs.
I manage to pick her up and give her a big hug. "Did you miss me?"
She nods her head. "We didn't finish our fairy game last week," she says with a pout.
"Well, let's continue it," I tell her, as I set her back on the floor.
She claps her hands in excitement and runs upstairs to get her fairy wings, leaving Nathan and I downstairs.
I quickly pull out my phone and scroll through my messages. There isn't any new ones, but I need something right now so I can seem distracted.
The sound of heels clicking against the floor can be heard on the stairs. "Okay, I need to leave now," Mrs. Adams says, as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Thank you, Opal," she says, giving me a quick hug.
She turns to her son. "Love you," she says, giving him a hug.
Then she stops for a moment and looks at the both of us. "Are you two matching?"
I look over at Nathan, and that's when I realize he's also wearing red. "Uh, yea we are," is my immediate answer, and I cringe at myself.
Nathan gives me a look of slight amusement.
"Aw, that's cute," she says, before checking her phone. "Oh god, I have to go now. Bye, guys."
"Bye, Mrs. A," I tell her. She closes the door, leaving Nathan and I alone again.
"So, we're matching," he says with a smirk.
"Shut up. I just panicked," I tell him.
He lets out a chuckle. "I never said there was anything wrong with it."
I don't give him a response, and continue looking at my phone.
After a moment, I hear him let out a sigh. "Do you hate me?"
The question makes me freeze in my spot. "N- no, I don't."
I decide to keep my eyes on my phone.
My heart starts racing when he takes a step closer to me. "You sure?" He asks, his voice sounding soft and gentle.
"I don't hate you," I repeat, but my voice comes out in a squeak.
"Then can you look at my face?"
Slowly, I force myself to look up at him, and immediately regret it. His usual breathtaking eyes seem to be filled with hurt, and it's making me feel guilty.
"Would you hate me-" he stops himself for a second, before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Would you hate me if I said I was probably in love with you?"
I let out a loud cough and he backs away. I'm fucking choking on my own spit.
"Can- can you repeat that?" I ask him.
He holds the sides of my face in his hands, making me look directly into those green eyes of his. "I'm in love with you, Minnie Mouse."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Are you sure?" I ask him, as my fingers fumbled with the fabric of his sweatshirt. "I'm pretty ugly."
He chuckles. "You might be ugly to yourself, but you're fucking beautiful to me."
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