"Clare Edwards" Imogen Moreno chimed into my ear, causing me to jump. She was sneaky, kind of resembled a mouse in some ways judging by the way she was perceived by others.
"Hi?" I said. Usually ex-girlfriends don't like eachother. My locker was ultra conveniantly placed ten feet of hers and eight feet of Eli's. Yes, I measured it and calculated the time it would take to get away from each.
"We should be friends, seeing as we have something in common" She purred.
"Being in a relationship with the same boy, which as I recall you tried to manipulate him into thinking you were his only outlet...That's not a good idea"
"But don't you want friends? Seeing as Alli is off with Drew, and Adam with his radio show and soon Katie, who is there left?"
My weight shifted. She had a point, suprisingly. However I was a loner for years before Alli and eventually Eli, who brought me out of my shell.
"I'll see you around" I didn't know what to say, obviously so as much as I had hoped I didn't lead her onto thinking we were to be friends, I knew I did.
x-x Basically after our three minute conversation, Imogen clinged. I actually have taken a liking to her, it was nice that she was so interested in being there for me and knowing every feeling. I knew little about her, despite the weeks of friendship. She said that she only wants to be a actress/imagineer. Kind of lala land thought process, but she made good points. When Jake blew me off to go to the cabin, I was ok with it until Imogen explained that he never meant to take me to the movies and that it was manipulation at it's finest-making me believe we had plans, him being super honest throughout the relationship, then fleeing to the cabin for man time. Because of Imogen, I finally had a way to understand people...So I broke up with Jake via text.
When Alli babbled to me about how much she hated Drew's keen interest with Bianca, Imogen told me that it was obvious that Drew would always hold Bianca higher than Alli. Well even I could agree to that, he literally took the crime of murder to save her-how soap opera love is that? Anyways, I told Alli that he probably will always care about Bianca seeing as they'll always be connected through his permanent record. Alli's been mad pissed at me since, she said I was turning into a bitch. But Imogen said that's what Alli's been wanting to say for awhile because she's jealous of me. It makes a lot of sense.
So now, here I am. Hanging onto Imogen tighter than I intended too. I never realized I needed someone so much. I know it's fast, but I've never had someone in my life make sense to me. She's always there, she always makes sense and has made me see the world in a whole new shade of colors. She calls it opposite/deep colors. Strange, I know but think about it. When you think of a rainbow, you have your suggested colors of blue, green, purple, red or whatever. When you look deeper between you'll see teal, cyan, fuschia. Like the layers of people and their reactions. You mix black and white and you'll get gray.
"Clare Edwards" Imogen said as each syllable glided out into my face. I was sitting at one of the tables in the library, reading "Romeo and Juliet" for a class. Yes, it was torture.
"Imogen Moreno, what's up?" I said closing the book to scrawl a bunch of notes over my unartistic drawings.
"Stalking our ex, he's oddly making nice-nice with Fiona Coyne" Imogen said in her ever so soft voice. She was doodling on her notebook lavishly until she wrote something on her arm.
"She's a lesbian, Imogen, he has a one in a million chance with her" I said with a smirk. She looked for a instant to meet my eyes to flash a smile at me before shooting her eyes back to whatever she was drawing.
"A newly acquired fetish, girls making out, I wonder if he thinks he can get in on it...Oh Elijah what a dirty dog" Imogen exaggerated. She said things like that all the time, and they always make me chuckle how she gets so into it.
"I'm sure their just friends my love" I can explain that, it's pet names for one another "and we can't really do anything about it"
"We could, but I don't think we or you, in this case, could handle my master plan"
"Hmm lay it on me, I bet I can handle it" Imogen's doodling ceased to a stop. Her arm had something written on it, I could hardly see what.
"I can't Clare! Even though I write your name on my arm everyday, you don't love me the way I love you!" Imogen's voice raised. She tended to practice her acting in public, alot. Everyone's head turned to face her, she loved it.
Her next step was intriguing. She leaned down, her face to mine. I thought at first she was going to lick me, it wouldn't be the first time she had done that to suprise me. I propped my head up a bit, to stare at her incase of a staring war she wanted to play. Instead, she kissed me! A quick peck on the lips and she was off, out of the library. Whispers we're everywhere, surrounding me. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't like she was inlove with me. She was playing, we'd be normal in a day or so.
The day was the same. People did ask if Imogen and I were gay, I said we are very happy. Because gay means happy. I learned that there's nothing wrong with stirring the pot. Adam even came up to me at one, asking me if we had sleepovers and if so when the next one is. I put his comments to the side and said it was just a joke.
Now here's the interesting part. Eli was awfully nervous and quirky in English. Like he wanted to say something to me, but he should ask elsewhere first. I thought he'd get a kick out if it, his two ex's kissing one another. Atleast we didn't date his best friend or his enemy.
Everything else didn't bother me. I got some disgusted looks, some 'way to go, out of the closet' looks, thumbs up, thumbs down. It was all apart of gossip. Tomorrow or the next day, no one would remember.
"He asked me if we were both acting out to get his attention, I said we have a special connection, he said we're too obvious so I told him we're obviously together. Did I lie?" Imogen's texts never used names, which is pratically like alter ego to how she is in person. I just figured it was because she was one of those people that think 'Big Brother' is watching. It wouldn't suprise me, nothing about Imogen irked me now despite prior assumings.
"No not at all" I replied back to her as I walked back to my house walking slow down the alley short cut due to it being extremely hot and uncomfortable, I wanted to get home quicker.
"As my girlfriend then, I say we hang out" I texted her back telling her to meet me at my house. Of course she'd be there faster then me, as always.
My house was empty. Mommy was out with Jake's dad, and Jake didn't want to change in my kitchen after the breakup so needless I was a loner at school and in the uncomfortableness of my own home.
"Honey, I'm home!" Imogen called out as she set her keys on the front table and her bag on the ground. I never called to her to find me, she always did.
Imogen walked in with red roses. The sight stopped me in my tracks to stare at her. My thoughts ran dry, and words didn't come out. I just pointed.
"Couples give eachother flowers, Clare. I'm the romantic in this relationship, so don't feel bad" Imogen said as she rested them on the counter and jumped up across from me. I was pinned against the parallel counter legs tapped horizontally together.
"I thought you were joking about the whole kiss and the love thing at school" I said with my arms folded.
"I do love you Clare and I know your scared about what I'm going to say" Imogen said as she grabbed my hand.
"Did I lead you on? I didn't mean too, I'm so sorry I-" I stammered on but I was stopped when she gentley put her hand over my mouth.
"I want you and Eli back together" Imogen proposed. My eyes looked every which way in confusement, she kept her hand locked over my mouth. At any moment I could have just whipped it off, but I had a tendency to play into her games.
"Why? Because I want you to be happy. This is our opportunity to get my favorite couple back together, he's weak and vulnerable. He loves you, Clare and you ditto to him" Imogen said as she let go of her hand over my mouth.
"But...What about you?" She couldn't possibly want this. I mean, most girls go bizerk if their ex boyfriend dates anyone, let alone the girl they helped him get over. I don't think I could pull off her plan.
"I'll still be here, Clare its just we know we're not going to be friends forever and I don't wish to leave you alone, one day I'll move on to another...thing and we'll never have anything to prove our relationship" Imogen explained. It was like she was preparing me for her departure, and I wasn't used to this.
"Except if I get you and Eli together, then I can go on peacefully without the thought of you burdening me"
"Now I want you to erase that, and believe we're inlove" Old Clare would have ran away, told her to get out. Except, old Clare didn't know Imogen back then. Now I too felt this was the way to prove we were remarkable friends. I nodded and fumbled with my cross. Precisely Imogen scooted me towards her with the force of her tiny legs.
"Every emotion and feeling you had with Eli...Hate and love I want you to believe those are with me and you" I don't know how she did this, but I felt a whirlpool of love erode inside of me, going every which way and it needed to be expressed.
She studied my face and noticed a slight blush come over me. She looked satisfied and smile slowly before tracing my face. It sent shivers down my spine when she traced my throat. With both of her index fingers, she propped my head up and bent her head down.
"Do you want me too?" She asked quietly, almost in a whisper and remained very still. I was bubbling up in the inside, needing to get my emotions out.
"Of course" My voice trembled as she kissed me slowly at first until I contributed by kissing her back pratically nervous as I had never kissed a girl, or even be kissed with this much thought. She pulled me a little closer, and kissed me harder as she wrapped her legs around me. I gripped her at the legs with my hands, I was completely in awe of what I had been missing. This was the start of a new couple-I-Clare. Like everything else new.