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Authors: Christina Channelle
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might drive away the friends closest to me, or declare to my crush that I actually liked him.
I shook my head at the thought. That would be the embarrassment of the year, to admit to my crush my feelings for him. I mean, what if he didn’t feel the same way?
Ugh.
Despite how interesting this book was, my mind wasn’t focusing. Instead of focusing on the book, I was focusing on random things like girl armies and strawberry froyo and whether or not I should make my first phone call to a boy that wasn’t Mateo.
“Can I sit here?”
Glancing up from my book, I found Owen staring at me with a serious look on his face.
“Sure,” I said softly.
I kind of wasn’t surprised to see him. Owen always seemed to be nearby nowadays, like I had this crazy gift of conjuring him up whenever I needed him.
Which was comforting, in a way.
He immediately sat down across from me but seemed to find the table extremely interesting because he wouldn’t look up.
Realizing I still had his phone number in my hand, I immediately scrunched up the piece of paper. Sliding my hand across the wooden surface, I inconspicuously dropped it inside my open backpack on the ground. I stared at the crown of his head for the longest time, trying to get the nerve to speak.
He looked up suddenly, catching my eye.
“I’m sor—”
“What are you—”
We both paused and eyed each other.
Owen sighed, smiling. “You go first.”
I chewed on my lips nervously. “I just wanted to know what you were doing here.”
“I asked Mateo. He said you were working on the English assignment?”
I held up the book in my hand. “Yes.”
He leaned forward on his chair. “You didn’t call me.”
Why, he sure was blunt. Was that a characteristic only popular people had, like Carolyn?
“Honestly? I didn’t know what to say.”
“And now?”
“I want to apologize for the other day and the whole Carolyn … thing. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. You were only trying to help.”
“Apology accepted.” He laid his hands flat on the table. “I wanted to say I was sorry too. I didn’t mean to come across like I was taking her side ‘cause I wasn’t. She’s my friend but what she did wasn’t friendly and I guess I’m just disappointed. You obviously don’t have to forgive her but she is sorry.”
I hated the sincere look on Owen’s face because it made me feel like a horrible person that I didn’t really believe Carolyn.
I mean, if she was so sorry, why didn’t she tell me this herself?
It was like Owen read my mind. “I think she’s embarrassed. I hope she comes around though, sooner rather than later, and apologizes, because she’s going to have to get used to you hanging around me more.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
He nodded, grasped my hand on the table, and squeezed. “Yup. Definitely.”
I smiled, squeezing back, and for the rest of the afternoon, Owen and I spent it in the library, reading quietly to ourselves like we were in our own little world.
I T WAS NOT LIKE I was waiting for Carolyn to apologize to me after Owen mentioned it, but every time I’d see her at school, I braced myself.
But she never approached me, not until one bright and sunny Thursday afternoon in gym class.
I hated gym.
I hated gym even more since I had to wear glasses now because sometimes keeping them from falling off my face was a sport in itself.
But I especially hated gym because of a pair of eyes that would stare at me like laser beams trying to zap me into smithereens.
Today the laser beams were glaring at me through the volleyball net. My evil nemesis.
Carolyn.
I wasn’t used to being hated on. This was a new experience and one I didn’t particularly like. I mean, I’d like to think I was a nice person and a great friend. I did my part of the group assignments; I held the door open for the person behind me.
So having a classmate obviously not liking one Miss Annabella Callaghan didn’t feel really nice.
Hannah and Mateo kept
I shook my head at the thought. That would be the embarrassment of the year, to admit to my crush my feelings for him. I mean, what if he didn’t feel the same way?
Ugh.
Despite how interesting this book was, my mind wasn’t focusing. Instead of focusing on the book, I was focusing on random things like girl armies and strawberry froyo and whether or not I should make my first phone call to a boy that wasn’t Mateo.
“Can I sit here?”
Glancing up from my book, I found Owen staring at me with a serious look on his face.
“Sure,” I said softly.
I kind of wasn’t surprised to see him. Owen always seemed to be nearby nowadays, like I had this crazy gift of conjuring him up whenever I needed him.
Which was comforting, in a way.
He immediately sat down across from me but seemed to find the table extremely interesting because he wouldn’t look up.
Realizing I still had his phone number in my hand, I immediately scrunched up the piece of paper. Sliding my hand across the wooden surface, I inconspicuously dropped it inside my open backpack on the ground. I stared at the crown of his head for the longest time, trying to get the nerve to speak.
He looked up suddenly, catching my eye.
“I’m sor—”
“What are you—”
We both paused and eyed each other.
Owen sighed, smiling. “You go first.”
I chewed on my lips nervously. “I just wanted to know what you were doing here.”
“I asked Mateo. He said you were working on the English assignment?”
I held up the book in my hand. “Yes.”
He leaned forward on his chair. “You didn’t call me.”
Why, he sure was blunt. Was that a characteristic only popular people had, like Carolyn?
“Honestly? I didn’t know what to say.”
“And now?”
“I want to apologize for the other day and the whole Carolyn … thing. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. You were only trying to help.”
“Apology accepted.” He laid his hands flat on the table. “I wanted to say I was sorry too. I didn’t mean to come across like I was taking her side ‘cause I wasn’t. She’s my friend but what she did wasn’t friendly and I guess I’m just disappointed. You obviously don’t have to forgive her but she is sorry.”
I hated the sincere look on Owen’s face because it made me feel like a horrible person that I didn’t really believe Carolyn.
I mean, if she was so sorry, why didn’t she tell me this herself?
It was like Owen read my mind. “I think she’s embarrassed. I hope she comes around though, sooner rather than later, and apologizes, because she’s going to have to get used to you hanging around me more.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
He nodded, grasped my hand on the table, and squeezed. “Yup. Definitely.”
I smiled, squeezing back, and for the rest of the afternoon, Owen and I spent it in the library, reading quietly to ourselves like we were in our own little world.
I T WAS NOT LIKE I was waiting for Carolyn to apologize to me after Owen mentioned it, but every time I’d see her at school, I braced myself.
But she never approached me, not until one bright and sunny Thursday afternoon in gym class.
I hated gym.
I hated gym even more since I had to wear glasses now because sometimes keeping them from falling off my face was a sport in itself.
But I especially hated gym because of a pair of eyes that would stare at me like laser beams trying to zap me into smithereens.
Today the laser beams were glaring at me through the volleyball net. My evil nemesis.
Carolyn.
I wasn’t used to being hated on. This was a new experience and one I didn’t particularly like. I mean, I’d like to think I was a nice person and a great friend. I did my part of the group assignments; I held the door open for the person behind me.
So having a classmate obviously not liking one Miss Annabella Callaghan didn’t feel really nice.
Hannah and Mateo kept
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