Chapter Nine
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LIZ'S POV
I was trying a bit too hard to avoid Will. He made it a habit to wait for me by the car every day just so he could talk to me and he did so very religiously because he knew I always left the school late, being one of the few who used the resource center every single day. I stopped using the resource center and borrowed the books I needed daily so I could leave earlier.
Amma stopped seeing her boyfriend again and so she spent more time with me than before. It was fun being with her, but she also would not want to talk about anything else other than her ex boyfriend who had broken her heart so terribly that she had had to leave him despite being so in love with him, literally worshiping the grounds he walked on.
We were having one of those girls' time together when she started to talk about him again.
"He is a remarkable basketball player. You would almost immediately fall in love with him if you watched him play." She said dreamily.
"I thought Will is the hottest and most dexterous player. He is almost too popular; it makes my head throb." I said in response.
"I did not say Jason is the best player in the club. He is good too and he scores for the club, but he is also drop dead gorgeous and everything a girl would want."
She was sure about this assumption of hers and I believed her because she had a good taste in men. She looked at the guys and knew which would be a good lover and which would be a total failure at romance.
But I wondered why she did not see that with Jason, why she had fallen head over heels in love with him, and had been with him for all the time they had been together.
"And why does your head throb just by thinking about Will Rodriguez?"
She asked suddenly. I frowned. Why did she suddenly decide to ask that?
"Well, almost everyone talks about him."
"Do you have any problem with that?"
"Not really, it just makes me want to puke."
Okay, wrong talk. You absolutely did not have to say that nonsense.
I could not take the words back and I sat staring like a fool until she burst out laughing.
"That sounded absolutely ridiculous and we should probably change the topic now."
I sighed.
"It is you who always wants to talk about nothing other than your ex and I can't ..."
"That is fine. Let us talk about your love life, Liz."
She said by way of changing topic. It sounded both crazy and hilarious.
"Your idea of changing the topic is talking about my love life?" I asked incredulously.
There was a smile on my lips, but it disappeared when I remembered Will and what had happened between us. It made me want to find him, hold him close and let him have my body as he would. It made me want to damn rationality and just be with him.
"Why are you suddenly silent? You don't want to talk about it?"
She asked and I shook my head in response.
"I don't have a love life, Amma. Let us talk about something else."
But we did not talk about anything sensible until it was time to go home. She had got her car so she did not have to turn around and go, after walking me halfway to the parking lot. She walked with me and got into her car too. We said good-byes and went our separate ways.
Will called that night. Not once, not twice. I was trying to stay away from him and taking his call was not one of the ways I could help myself forget him. I was surprised when he sent a text telling me he was coming to see me at the house in the next two days if I kept evading him.
I was tempted to text back, to tell him that I would not want him to come because he wanted to see me, and that I would inform Greg and my mom that he was coming, but I changed my mind about it. All I needed to do was make myself unavailable when he came.
I didn't know if to tell Amma the dilemma I was in or not. Maybe she would have something to tell me. Maybe she would have good enough advice to give. But I was hesitant. Telling her my troubles would mean admitting that the guy that I did not want to talk to or hear about was my step brother.
There was a chance that I would admit that I wanted him badly and it was why I was trying so hard to stay away from him. I sighed. I felt that my attention was getting riveted from my studies because I was constantly having my thoughts on Will.
My head began to throb again. I kept my phone and got into bed. There was so much to do in school and there were so many emotions I needed to let go of so that I could pay ultimate attention to school work but there was no way I could do that.
Jason was in the same club with Will. Maybe he knew that we were siblings. Maybe there was even a rumor that I had not heard about. The last time he had told me something about being popular, he had said that I was popular without knowing it.
Maybe it was happening again. There was a sudden desire to make friends. To know what was going on in the school and to be updated on things that were trending. Amma knew some things, but it was not everything she knew. I sighed for the umpteenth time in less than 5 hours.
My mom would want to talk about Will, I just knew it. Ask me why he was not home yet. Why was he not following me back to the house and all of that? I wouldn't blame her though, she just wants to get along with him. He's her husband's son after all.
I sighed again and shook off the thoughts, deciding to leave everything for the new day and go to sleep.
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