Chapter 4: "We bet?"
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We are at lunchtime sitting as usual, I was eating my beautiful fries when Grace interrupts my moment of pleasure.
"Hey, the new guy won't stop looking at you," Grace tells me. I look at him sideways to where she pointed at me and I affirm what he said, he's right, he doesn't stop looking at me and it bothers me, I don't know him.
"What will he want?" Cameron asks defensively.
"I'm going to ask him" I get up leaving my precious and beloved food, and when I get to him I speak. "How much do you watch?"
"Calm little princess, I'm not going to take the crown from you" he speaks believing herself a lot and as I said before, I hate people like that.
"What crown are you talking about?" I ask without understanding.
"That of popularity, or are they not popular?"
"That we are does not mean that we have to like everyone, much less treat them badly. I do not need or want any crown, if you want it I will give it to you, princess".
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had such a bad temper. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I do not have a bad character, but I am not going to speak well to someone who does not speak well to me, it is that simple. And that question of the boyfriend who comes? I do not know you, you are not interested or it is not your concern" I ask raising an eyebrow and with my arms crossed.
"Easy, I would not fall in love with you" he says rolling his eyes, I hate that they do that while they talk to me, that is, I do it too but it bothers me that others do it.
Hypocrite.
Shut up we're in a fight with a boy we don't know.
Well.
Well.
"Neither I of you. I do not know you nor do I plan to do it dear" I answer already angrily, she is pulling green hairs, who does she think she is?
"Be careful, I can make anyone fall in love" I laugh at her comment.
"Look over there it's flying" I point to the window and she turns to see what makes me very funny.
"What thing?"
"Your ego heart. And by the way, I can also make anyone fall in love as you say, but I'm not interested in anyone liking me" I'm in love with my best friend, I think. The truth is that I don't think I can make anyone fall in love, but it's worth trying, I laugh internally at my own thoughts.
"Do you want to bet?"
"Well, what do we bet?" I'm not going to win this new guy who has just arrived, who thinks he is the best in the world, he's not going at all.
"I have seen that you like motorcycles as much as I maybe, then we will bet each one's motorcycles. Do you think it's OK? Or are you afraid?"
"Afraid of losing? Never, and much less against you. It seems perfect to me" I answer smiling. "I already want to have my new motorcycle" I say the latter with a finger on my chin and my eyes looking up as if I were dreaming my new life with my two motorcycles.
"So ... do you accept the bet or not?" he asks, clearly with his ego for heaven's sake, I'm going to lower the smoke to this boy.
"Of course I accept, aren't you going to back down? Look, I don't want you to come crying to me later" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"No, whoever loses first ..."
"... he hands the motorcycle to the other" he finished his sentence, which seems hateful but at the same time funny, I don't know, bipolarity I suppose.
"I'm going to win" we both shouted and then glared at each other. He stayed at his table and I went to mine again.
"What happened?" Cameron asks.
"Nothing, we bet something".
"How did they bet something? What did you do Sara?" asks my brother David.
"Whoever falls in love first loses, only that. Guys ... I think I'm going to have a new motorcycle" I say winking at what everyone looks at me in horror as if I had said that I'm going to jump off a bridge without a rope, it's not that much either.
"Did they bet their bikes?" shouts my sister.
"Yes ... it could be ... right?"
"You are crazy?" Santiago now asks.
"Ug" I turn around and go to the patio angry. After a while I am intrigued to know why my best friend didn't come with me, he always does. But hey, I hope they weren't mad for gambling, now that I think about it maybe it wasn't the great idea I thought it would be, but I can't back down because they will believe anything.
"Did they leave you alone?" asks Chad appearing behind me which makes me jump a little.
"Perhaps".
"I can be your companion" he says with his seductive face, which causes me thanks and before answering, a well-known voice to me does it for me.
"No, you won't. Come Sara" says my beautiful best friend, I already knew he would come, I love him.
"Mr. Celous at your orders" I pinch his cheeks.
"I'm not jealous, I just don't feel confident. Besides, I can't leave you alone with him, the last time I did it they bet their motorcycles to see who falls in love first, you're crazy".
In that moment I hug him, just because I have the need to. I've been in love with him practically since we met in kindergarten. He's so good to me, so attentive and cute, and he knows me so well, he knows absolutely everything about me and yet he is still my best friend with me. When I hug him, I leave kisses on his neck and he hugs me tighter, I know that he likes that as well as I do and that's why I do it. We do not do it in a romantic or s****l way as many will think, it is like a kind of habit since we were little, as something only ours, we calm down and forgive in that way.
As he rings the bell he turns around and I understand, I climb onto his back and he starts running towards the class. We knock on the living room door, and who opens it? The old woman from physics. Why? Damn tell me why twice in one day
"UG" I scream and walk down the hall listening to the old woman yelling at me, I will definitely not enter that class to get revenge for this morning.
Will you ever be nice?
I don't think so Sarita, I don't think so ...
You should.
Why?
Because if.
Not.
Well.
Well.
"Shall we go to a Starbucks?" asks my best friend next to me. When it appeared? Where did it come from? How long have you been here? On top of that it scared me, damn Cameron.
That does not matter, I invite you to Starbucks. Answer him!
Ah yes come on.
Not me, him! i***t that you are.
Good Sarita. It will be boluda that I am, we are the same person.
Damn you're right.
I know, as always Sarita, as always.
"Yeah come on".
"Well, but ... who is Sarita?"
"Did I say it out loud?" he nods. "Oh, nothing, it's just my conscience".
"Well ..." he says, lengthening the e. "Should I be worry? Do you want to go to a psychologist? Or rather, psychiatrist".
"Of course not, answer me" he nods. "When I have been normal so that you worry when I am not it?" he pretends to think for a few long seconds until he answers.
"You're right, let's go".
We go to my house, he in his car and I on my motorcycle to leave her and go and have a drink together in his car. When I arrive I see that I have a message from my sister.
Lau: Babee
Lau: Baby
Lau: Sister
Me: What ??? Oh my God
Lau: Where are you?
Me: We went with Cam
Me: let's go have a drink
Lau: Oh goos
Lau: Good *
Lau: Have a nice time
Me: You also at school hahaha
Lau: Yes, hahaha, that's funny
Lau: Play funny and tell mom and dad
Me: you know i love you
Lau: Yeah yeah, whatever you say
When I look up I see that we are already in the cafe, how fast.
"I know".
"Hell I have to stop talking" I say frustrated.
"You have to stop saying what you don't want to say you think" at that moment I see him with a face that I don't understand anything.
"I got lost".
"I know. Let's order something" he says as he opens the menu, in the end we did not come to a Starbucks but to a small but nice, cozy cafe.
We spent the afternoon in the square and then he took me to my house, on the return trip I started to think. If I were betting against Cameron, I would have lost a long time ago but hey, you won't know that. They say that friendships are ruined if you add romantic love, because if it doesn't work, nothing will be able to go back to how it was before.
The truth is that of our group of friends I see some of them as boyfriends because they would make good couples, but between him and I I don't know, I don't want to lose him and if I open my mouth I know I'm going to do it. I suppose it will pass, although I have been saying the same thing for years, one day it will pass, I know, or at least I hope so.
Did you say that out loud or did you just think it?
Curse! How do I know that now? I look at Cameron and he's just focused on the road, so most likely he hasn't said anything out loud. This causes me to relax, even though I didn't even know I was stressed.
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