Hi, guys! The first chapter was very short and I couldn't stop writing, so here's the second one. It's not very long, but it takes me a lot of time to write the story in English, so… I have some ideas for the third chapter, maybe a conversation between Paige and Spencer, because it could be fierce. xD Anyway, enjoy it, Paily fans!
I wake up with the annoying sound of my alarm clock, trying to open my eyes even if I prefer to stay all day in bed. Sadly that isn't an option, I can't skip school, I don't want my mother to think I don't want to go to class. That would mean having to answer all the uncomfortable questions I was avoiding. I sit down in the edge of my bed and start yawning, four hours of sleep are not enough for me. It took forever to fall asleep, I couldn't stop thinking and I felt powerless, and it got worse when I couldn't help but cry. I only found peace when I finally fell asleep, with tears in my eyes.
In five minutes I'm dressed, black jeans and a black t-shirt, I guess it suits my emotional state. I go downstairs, to the kitchen, where my mother is making breakfast. It smells great, but I'm not hungry. I guess I have to eat something, though, if not I could faint in swimming practice. I see my mother is looking at me, I smile at her, this way maybe she leaves me alone and doesn't start an interrogation.
"Did you sleep well, Paige?" - she says, staring at me.
"Yeah, mom, I did." - I tell her, trying to sound convincing.
"What is wrong with your eyes? Your eyes are red. Are you okay?" - she asks, with a slightly worried tone.
"I'm great, mom. It must be the chlorine in the pool. Yesterday, when I was swimming I noticed that my eyes were burning up, so…" - I say, hoping she stops talking.
"Is it because of Emily, Paige? I told you nothing good would come out of it. You should concentrate on studying and swimming." - she replies with a complete different face expression.
"Mom, stop it, I thought you were different from dad. You don't know anything about my relationship with Emily. Besides, I'm nailing my exams and my swimming is improving. If Emily was a boy you wouldn't say that. I'm sick of it." - I yell at her.
I can see my mom is speechless with amazement, she didn't expect my reaction, but she deserved it. I grab an apple and my bag and I leave, slamming the door.
Ok, Paige, now you can't talk to Emily nor your mom. Perfect!
It's early, but I need to hurry up, I want to be the first one to get to the swimming practice so I can have a minute alone. I arrive at school, there's nobody in the halls, it's early. I feel relieved, I go to the changing room and I leave my bag in the locker. I decide to sit down on the bench and rest my eyes, closing them and trying to decide what I will say to Emily when she approaches me. I will be nice, I'll pretend I didn't see my girl kissing another boy. I know it will be really difficult, but I want to give her the chance to explain what happened yesterday. I can't believe I am going to act like an adult. The 'Paige before knowing Emily' would punch Nate after breaking up with Emily. Then she would cry when no one was looking at her, but I would definitely do something crazy, Terminator style. What has she done to me? Before knowing Emily I wasn't like this. She has power over me when she stares at me with those brown eyes, I can't stop grinning, even if she's insulting me, I can't help it. Darn, I'm really fucked up!
While I am lost in my thoughts I hear distant noises, girls talking loudly, approaching. I know Emily is coming, she will be talking to me in a few minutes.
Ok, it's show time, Paige!
Before the girls are here I go to my locker room, I don't want to be seen sitting on the bench, acting like a weirdo. I open my bag waiting for them to enter the room and I see my cellphone. Because of the argument with my mother I didn't even have time to look at it. Another 20 missed calls this morning, and some texts from Emily, saying she would pick me up to go to school. So apart from having to explain what happened last night, I have to explain to her why I didn't take her calls or reply her texts. Damn it!
While I'm closing my bag and some girls are entering the room, I hear a familiar voice:
"Hey, how are you feeling?." – she asks.
"Hey. A little bit better." – I answer, in a pleasant tone.
"Good. What was wrong?" – she asks, with her perfect voice.
"I got sick to my stomach." – I reply.
"You seemed fine yesterday" – she insists, frowning a little, starting to get suspicious.
"Yeah, it just kind of came on suddenly. How was your night? " – I ask her, to cut straight.
"Intense" – she says, sitting down in the same bench I was earlier, attempting to clear my mind. "Maya's cousin came by." – she adds.
"Nate?" – I ask her, clearly annoyed.
"Yeah, he was really upset. More like a total mess, actually. Kind of how I was the other night." – she points out.
So, he was taking care of you and you kissed him. I should be the one comforting you, not him. – I think to myself, completely pissed off and trying to stay calm.
"So, what did you guys do?" – I ask her, giving her the opportunity to drop the bomb.
"Talk, mostly"- she answers.
I nod my head, knowing that if she keeps on lying I can burst and activate the "Psycho-Paige" mode. I sense she can see my anger, cause my eyes are unfriendly. Come on, Emily, don't lie to me!
"Mostly?" I ask her, after convincing myself to calm down.
She stares at me, not knowing what to answer. I am really mad, but I can't hate her when she looks at me like that. It's like looking the cat from Shrek.
Why are you so adorable, Fields?
In the most inappropriate moment the coach enters the locker room and blows the whistle.
"Let's go, ladies, time to hit the pool." – the coach says.
That means it's practice time, so the conversation remains until our next encounter. She has time to think about the question I just made. I can see she is having a hard time, I think she knows I am annoyed, although I don't believe she knows the whole truth. I smile at her and leave the room, making my way to the pool to swim some laps. I'm not feeling better but I am a little bit relieved and proud of myself because I handle the situation correctly. Now the ball is in Emily's court.