Love is not only Romance

Chapter 10

Imagine watching your favorite show on Netflix, you're happy, and suddenly your ex phones. He is drunk crying over you. you can't even talk loud since the person your family sees you as wouldn't have a drunk ex on the phone.

James was never a guy who got emotional. With him, it was always joking and sarcasm. Fights broke out because of me. I tend to fight with people who keep me happy. It makes me think that maybe the only true obstacle standing between you and your happiness, is you.

Once I got him off the phone, I spoke to his friend, the only one I somewhat liked. He promised that James was safe, and that James wouldn't bother me again. His voice told me everything he didn't say. They felt like I was the bad guy for hurting him. Was I?

The Monday after that, James spoke to me in school. He apologized for the drunk call, I argued about him drinking. He tried to ask me for a chance to make it up to me, I walked away. I seem to do that often, walk away. An ability that always seems to be a gift and a curse.

He didn't stop when I walked away. He would come to me and my friends when he was free. He would use that very same charisma again. He made it seem like it was the beginning again. My friends loved it. They encouraged him on, despite knowing how desperately I wanted him to stop. That was their main quality that always stood up to me, their passion and persuasiveness. It never failed.

I agreed to talk to James again. I agreed to put my fragile heart on the line. At first, nothing seemed better. I was happy. He was the James I liked, giving me attention, making me forget about my stress, teaching me to live in the moment. Nothing lasts forever though. soon the fighting started. this time it was different. it came from his side. my friendship with boys was being questioned. How could he know that he could trust me around them if I seem as friendly as I do? How could he trust me?

I tried to soothe the fighting. I tried to understand why and where it all came from. then I stopped. he was the one seen with other girls; he gave me reasons not to trust him not the other way around. So, once again, I walked away from the situation. I ignored all of his further attempts. I ignored him.

My 'squad' though, found the situation irresistible. They encouraged him again. they listened to him about how much he missed me. he didn't mean for me to walk away as I did. he was 'joking' about it all. They spent less time talking to me because his side of the story seemed more intriguing . I felt uncomfortable most of the time, but Elle always saved me.

She noticed and she received all their side-eyes, just to save me from the place in felt trapped in. She let me rant about him. about how he thinks he can stroll in and turn my friends against me. I don't know what he expected to happen. was I supposed to be left alone? Was I supposed to give him another chance just to get my friends back?

Weeks went by with all of this happening. Elle helped to take my mind off everything, but I couldn't ignore the fact that the people who sat around me are ignoring me. I wonder what drove them to do it, to turn their backs on me for James. James, out of everyone. Maybe in a way, it was them rebelling against the whole Elle thing. them rebelling against change.

But Change is inevitable, and we can never stop the inevitable.