Chapter 2 of A Day In My Life-Well Not Quite MY Life

"Eeeeeeeeeek!" Vee squealed, jumping up and down and grabbing onto my arm, "You like him?"

"Ughhh. Yes, I do." I responded, slightly annoyed. This was the problem with telling people things like this. When you like someone, it was fine when you're the only one who knew. When you tell someone, it gets about 10x more ridiculous. "But don't you dare tell Grey!" I practically spat at her.

"Someone's in a good mood!" she chirped brightly, laughing, "But don't worry, I won't!"

"Sorry, but you know how he is. Especially considering he was right about this. I'd rather not give him the satisfaction of knowing." I said, slightly more gentle. But it was true. Though I loved Vee's sort-of-boyfriend-sort-of-not-boyfriend, Grey, he was ridiculous when it came to being right (which he usually was, unfortunately) and if I told him he would make it about 50x more ridiculous. He was actually one of my bestfriends ever, despite how much he usually annoyed me. Which would be a lot, almost all the time. But that was beside the point.

"Yes, yes, I know!" Vee said. "Speak of the devil," she said, laughing brightly. "Grey! We were just talking about you," she said, pulling him in for a quick kiss. He was about half a head taller than her, but they were cute together, I had to admit.

"Hey, I saw that. I'm not blind you know! Geez." I said, half joking. They knew how much it bugged me when they were all cutesy in front of me. I wasn't too big on PDA, and they generally did it just to annoy me. I wouldn't care, except being single it kind of stung a little, much as I hate to admit it. I felt pathetic for admitting it to myself, but it was true. I was a little bitter from being single. Don't get me wrong, I liked being single, but having someone there for you no matter what was nice. Not to mention the physical aspect too. All of it was nice.

"Haha don't be so touchy, Lex. It's just one kiss. It's not that bad, it won't kill you to watch us. And besides, if you don't like it, you can just close your eyes or turn around!" Vee laughed, along with Grey. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my drawing.

Later, after school when it was just me and Vee, I brought up the topic again.

"So, you know what we were talking about earlier?" I asked cautiously. "About Macen?"

"Yes?" Vee raised her trademark quizzical eyebrow.

"Well..." I debated whether to tell her or not. She was my bestfriend, but she was bound to make a big deal out of it. Ah well. She would find out eventually. "I don't know. I don't think he likes me, though yesterday he hugged me for like, ever, and when I asked him what that was for, he just said 'everything' and that was the end of it..." I said. "What exactly does that even mean? You know I suck at reading how guys feel when it comes to how they feel about ME." I said.

"Oh." Vee said. "Well, I don't know. You know he flirts with everyone, so you really can't read into this."

"I know," I sighed. "It's nice to dream that maybe for once, someone I liked would like me back. But I'm not that lucky." I half smiled.

"Oh hush. You'll find someone someday!" Vee said. "In the mean time, turn up the sexy, sweetheart!" she said laughing. Classic Vee response. I just rolled my eyes at her and ignored the last part.

"Yes, I know. I just get impatient sometimes. You know how little patience I have." I said.

"Yes, I'm well aware. We both have very little patience." she laughed.

"Good morning!" I said cheerily as I walked up to Vee in our first class of the day-band. She just glared at me. She wasn't exactly a morning person. I laughed and hugged her.

"Someone's in a good mood." she said, reluctantly accepting my good mood.

"Well of course! It's a beautiful day! Not to mention I get to see Macen!" I smiled hugely at her. She just rolled her eyes and walked away to get her horn. I walked-well, more skipped than walked-out of the room to find Macen. Almost immediately after leaving the room, I caught sight of him.

"Hey, Macen" I ran over to him, smiling.

"Hey, Lexi!" he smiled and hugged me. "Thanks for the other day. I really needed it." he smiled again. He was a happy person in general.

"No problem, I'm just happy to help." I said as Izzy walked up.

"Hey, guys!" she smiled. "I have something for you!" she said, addressing me. She handed me a fist full of war heads.

"I only eat blue ones!" I said, feeling stupid for being so picky about my candy.

"I know! But I couldn't finish them! Just give them to someone else if you don't want them," Izzy said.

I pulled Macen closer and stuck them in his shirt pocket. He picked one of them out and inspected it like it was the most interesting thing in the world, and said "What's this?" looking curiously at it.

"It's a war head?" I said, questioningly.

"Ohhhh" he said, as though he'd never seen one before. He then proceeded to open one and stick it in his mouth. After a few seconds he started flipping out and jumping all around, and me and Izzy burst out laughing. He half jumped half danced into the classroom and when he finally stopped, he said "I didn't know it was sour!"

I laughed and said "Macen, had you never had a war head before?"

"Nooooooooo," he said rather sulkily. When he was finished with the first, he proceeded to unwrap another and stick it in his mouth, repeating his strange 'dance' when the sour taste hit his taste buds. When he was done with that one, he repeated the process until he was out of candy to eat. "Well that was fun!" he said, laughing. Then he went to get his horn.

Later that night, after I'd finished everything, I layed in bed thinking about everything. About him, about that day, the past. Just everything.

Ugh. I'm being ridiculous. I like him. But he likes some other girl. She's not even from here. I always feel like he's annoyed by me... But he would say so, wouldn't he? I don't know. There's always someone prettier, or funnier, or more outgoing. Always someone who beats me out. I just wish for once I was the one beating someone out, not the other way around. Maybe, if I told him how I felt...no. Bad idea. I shouldn't...But I mean, he must suspect? I made him that book? I send him texts everday complimenting him...maybe I'm just not good enough...

And I thought those things until I fell asleep.