a/n: hi!! I was looking back at some of my old writing and found this short but funny bonus chapter I wrote some time ago. thought it would be fun to share, sorry it's so short tho; maybe I'll do more if I have time (:
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Bonus Chapter â Aaron's POV:
[optional: refer to chapter 13]
"She made me wait three fucking hours."
"Technically two and a half," remarks SoHo to which I glare at him for.
"Basically three," I respond.
"But she got you ice cream," says Bianca.
"And you didn't even bring us any ice cream, so in reality we should be the ones to be mad," adds Omar.
"Shut up Omar."
"I'm just saying, if you're already getting ice cream then why not-"
"Let's focus," Bianca cuts in. Omar pouts and crosses his arms. "We'll get ice cream later," she adds. Omar's pout changes to smile within seconds.
"So," I say, "what should I do?"
"What do you mean? I thought you told her that you would pursue her at school," says SoHo.
"Well yeah, but how exactly should I do that?"
We all stay quiet for a moment, thinking of ideas.
"You could give her flowers," says Omar.
"I don't know," I say, "she seems like the type to hate flowers."
"So? It's not for her to like, we just want a reaction from people and maybe giving her flowers will do just that," says SoHo.
"What you need is something that will make everyone think your feelings toward her are genuine. I think you should do a confession in front of the whole school with flowers and a bear and even a love letter," says Bianca.
"This sounds like too much work," remarks Omar.
"Well, if someone wasn't such a dick-" adds SoHo.
"Okay, I get it," I say, "a confession sounds good. I'll buy the stuff tonight, but what should I write in the letter?"
"A love note?" asks Omar.
"No," says Bianca, "I think you should just be honest with her. Obviously, you guys are butting heads and if you really want to make this work you have to make amends with her. It'll be easier to do this in good terms rather than bad."
"True," I say, "thanks."
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After leaving Bianca's house I head to the store to get the flowers and bear for Lux. Once home, I lay the stuff down on my bed and sit on the chair by my desk. I grab a piece of paper to write the letter.
Dear Lux,
No, that's too serious. I erase her name.
Dear Lex,
Better.
I let out a sigh. I don't know what to write and I hate that she sees right through me, but Bianca is right. Doing this with her in good terms will make things better. I grab my phone and with a slight moment of hesitation I open up Instagram and search her up.
Dear Lex,
I know your name isn't Lex and is actually Lux. I just think it's funny when you get mad lol. I know that you probably hate me, which if we're being honest I can understand why. Which is probably the only reason you've peeked my interest. You're the first person to call me out for being "fake" or "phony" unlike everyone else in this school who think I'm something that I'm...not. I mean yeah I'm probably the best looking guy in school and the coolest and well I'm getting off track. The point is that I like the fact that you weren't afraid of calling me out. So thank you, I sincerely mean it. Along with that I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that day behind the trash bin and the way I talked to you. I'm sorry the way I made you feel and for acting like a douche. I'm mostly sorry because you were right, I am afraid of acting like who I really am because the one thing I fear the most is being rejected, especially when I am acting like myself and not the bad boy that I've made out of myself. I know what you're thinking "why do I care if you're sorry?" And if I'm being honest, you don't have to care...call me coward but I don't want to be myself around people. I don't like being vulnerable nor letting people see my flaws. I want people to see me as someone cool...someone interesting...someone worth being around. Look, I know you don't like me, we've been through this, but I promise that if you just help me prove to people that I'm worth being around then I'll leave you alone. So as Aaronânot Aaron Reeves the bad boy of Colins High Schoolâbut just plain out Aaron, I ask for your help. How about we talk about this later today at the diner you work at? (Also no, I'm not a stalker...I went in the diner one day with my family and saw you there that's why I know you work there). Meet me there after school, I'll be waiting and I'll buy milkshakes so I hope I see you there.
- Aaron
Once I'm done with the letter I take a picture of it and send it to the groupchat.
Me: Is this okay?
Omar: Dang that's deep ð±
SoHo: ð
Bianca: Yes, nice letter Aaron. Hopefully it works