A new variable
Friday, may 14th X781, 15h30.
I was sitting in my English classroom. Unlikely than usual, I was starring at the large window next to my seat, through it actually, looking for a clearer a horizon.
For a week now, I couldn't concentrate on anything; classes, homework, studies, karate classes; anything. I hated the reason why all that commotion was going on. Although, I wasn't quite sure if it was because of one event or rather one person... Someone I used to feel so comfortable with. And for what, one kiss or two; kisses I hadn't got to have, but, now, wish I did. The scenes were replaying in my mind over and over, like a torture, whiplashes. Even if I kept telling me to focus, my senses where clearly being rebellious. God, I hated to feel out of control.
For days, I've been trying to focus, but I couldn't stop thinking of what might have been. I forced myself to think that it was for the better; we are friends and both satisfied with that status. I sincerly thought we were, but it was then. Now, his lips were all I could think about. And, to add salt to the injury, Cana's been blabbing to everyone how much of good a kisser he was. Hearing her, I smiled, but, deep down, all I wanted to do was to kick her in the face, to take off the imprint of his lips on hers.
I couldn't beliveve that It all had started with a game, a childish game, a game that revelled a fact to me, an uneasy one.