Chapter 8: How Could you?

"Eh, it's nice to also see you around….." "Jane." Yess Jane." I smile at her before I turn to my food. "Do you mind if I sit here with you? " she asks rather sshyly I love how cute she looks when fidgeting. "It's not a proble , make yourself at home." I smile. *not knowing what I am signing up for.* I thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but it developed into mor,e and she insists on taking lunch with me. School today was bearable, no teacher disturbed me, and aside from Jane's constant bickerin,g today was uneventful. As I pass a mango tree on my way home from school, I can't help but recall the first meeting with Dave, it's right by this tree. As I remembered it, a strange senseof longing enveloped me. It's been a long time since I saw him, and I have been worried sick about him. I tried asking his friends about hi,m but it seems like they are avoiding me for reasons best known to them. At first I thought they were bu,sy but when they repeated the busy word over and over, that was when I knew they were avoiding me for reasoI ns am unaware of. When cornering his friends didn't work, I tried his girlfriend. Obviously they were all in on it, as she avoids me like the plague. I walk inside our compound. We live in atwo-storeyy building. My mom and I live on the last floor while Dave and his family live on hhe first floor. While climbing upstairs, I will pass Dave's flat before ours. As I pass by their door *we make use of the stairs since it's not athree-storeyy building* I notice the door was slightly ajar. My first thought was "intruders! I slowly open the door, and quietly I tip towards their parlor door. The door opened before I could open it. Without looking, I kungu *not the movie one, but my self produced one* kick the intruder. I clap my hands as I turn to inspect my handiwork. I know no human can survive the kick, except a werewolf* laughs . *My kicks are pathetic. "What did you do that for?" A female screamed in anger. "Iturnedn and was met with the furious face of Dave's mom. The kick mark is visible on her stony face. I am quite surprised to see her on her feet instead of on the floor, as I hoped. Before I can stop myself,f I blurt, "You must be a builder, no ordinary person can withstand that kick." She laughs despite the anger on her fac.e "S,on I have more stamina than the average per,son" she winks. Wait a minute, Since his mom is ,here does that mean Dave is here?also. I was stupidly going to ask him when my intelligent but equally stupid brain reminded me that I had not apologized for hitting her earlier. "AI'msorry for hitting you, ma. I thought it was an intruder and am sorry for not apologizing faster, I wasn't in my right mindset. I rushed my words. "Oh,it'ss nothi,ng dear. ly happy you were looking out for us even when you thought we were not around, but that kick was uncalled for. If I were ahumanm… I mean, a feeble perso,n you would have hurt me real bad." I'm happy shisn't angryry with me. I'ly hate it if my mother-in-law *hits myself on the head*. How can I be thinking of Dave as a potential husband while he is straight? I know he is, for the love of God, hehase a girlfriend. Although when I think about it, I have only seen them talking together, but I have never seen them making out or holding hands like most couples. I know I soundsomewha,tw but you can't blame a guy for hoping? Remembering the mum was waiting for my reply, I coughed awkwardly *my cheewereere already pink* "Ok, m,I'mly happy you're not offended by the stunt I pulled." I blush at my words. "Oh dear ,you are so cute!" She ruffles my hair. "I was on my way to your flat to see your mom and equally tell you Davvy is back before I was attacked * chuckles* we returned yesterday." Recalling my earlier inward question, I voiced them out "Eh ,ma, whereiss Dave? " I fidget. "His inside is probably stuffing his mouth with the porridge I made..... " I didn't wait for her to finish her sentence as I dashed inside. "Teens" she mutter,s but I ignore her. My mind was clouded with the thought of him. It hasve been almost two weeks since I last saw him, and I have no room for anything else but seeing him. I wasn't going to hug him when Isawe him, instead I am going to give him a piece of my thought. How can you call someone your friend when you can't even tell them your whereabouts? Am going to run in there and give him a piece of my mind. I run into their kitchen * I know where it is located, the llayoutof their house is the same as mine* and see him eating at their dining. table I walk towards him with an angry expression. He wasn't aware of me when I entered, but when I stormed towards him, he rose in alarm. I was reciting what I would say to hi,m but as walkedlk near him and perceived his cologne( I have missed the smell) and the unique musky scent he seems to have, I lost all sense of reasoning as I enveloped him in a hug. At first, he was receptive,e but when the hug became unbearable, he started squirming. I reluctantly release hi.mThat's's one great way to welcome a person,n" he jokes. As if released from a spell, I recall my main reason for storming i,nWelll,I'mam not here your jokesHow How could you leave without a trace? Did you vanish into thin air? I tried asking your so-called friends, but they started avoiding me. Even yourso-calledd girlfriend doesn't want to tell me where you were. Am mad at you. I even went to the extent of asking the principal about your whereabouts, do you know how bad I felt? Do you know how worried I wa ? You came home yesterday and you didn't even bother to check on your friend. I mean, then what are friends fo?r If you are not caring?!" I shout at him. My angeis r taking hold of them. I stormed out of their house, angry at him but mostly at myself for giving in to my urges to hug him senseless. Lenteredr our parlor and was greeted by laughter coming from my mummy's make shift study. "Darling, welcome!" I ignored my mom as I went straight to my room, locking the door Islumpedp on the bed.