Francena Nakamura never expected that, for the usage of her senior year, she'll be helping Julian Dean - star captain of the soccer team and her ex-crush - find her old pseudonym, Miss Incomplete.
Never did she expect, that in the process, she'll f...
Julian texted me minutes later, telling me to wait for him to call. Being the gullible person I am, I agreed. I finished cleaning the backyard and rushed upstairs, awaiting a phone call as I tried to calm myself down from my raging beating heart. I focus on other things, not letting this boy be the certain of my focus.
Ring. Ring.
I pick up the phone on the first, knowing the person immediately without looking at the ID. "Julian," I muse, both hands gripping on the cell phone as I pressed the black screen against my ear.
"Francena," Julian declares, his voice slightly tired. "I'm sorry."
My eyes focused on the white sheets of my bed as I draw out a hand and begin to play with the fabric. My voice dry, and my mind blank as I couldn't form words to describe what to say. I stay silent. "And you're right. I do need professional help." He repeats from the party.
"How?" I ask, the first question popped up in my head and I asked. "Actually, wait, why? Not only the why of the sudden urge to get professional help, but why for the fact that you brought Erin to my brother's party. After everything that happened."
He drew silence on the line for a few moments; he lets out a deep breath, loud and heavy against the phone, "I was jealous."
You was what?
"From the couple months of you and me getting together, I became to like you. And not just as a friend, more. I like the way you care for your brother, I like the way you would blush, I like your smile. I like you, Francena."
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I stopped breathing for a second, Julian is confessing to me that he likes me.
"I like you for a while now, more than I thought I would. I think I finally realised my feelings for you during the soccer game; when instead of me, you greeted Rivera." The way he said Graham's name sounds venomous, seeped in jealousy. "You were so closed to him, I thought you like him. And in return, I thought he liked you. The way he would hold you, smile at you, it looked like he was in love."
He sucks in another breath, "of course, nothing was ever confirmed and I couldn't ask you. That would provoke the fact that I like you, and I couldn't bare to think what would happen to this relationship if I confessed," Julian sighs, "so I didn't. And this morning, when I saw Rivera and you outside, on top of each other, it confirmed it. I thought you guys liked each other."
"We don't," I felt the need to clarify. "We don't. Graham is just my best friend, and a good one at that."
He chuckles, his tone doesn't sound convinced, "so, out of spite, I went to Erin. I asked her to come to the party with me, not make me look so lonely. While you would be with Rivera, I would be with Erin. It was a win-win situation."
I suck in a breath, not believing out any words coming out of his mouth. I'm trying to process, Julian likes me.
"But when I came in, and the look on your face. I regretted it immediately, I hurt you; not only that your dad told me to never let anyone hurt you and I hurt you. I regretted it so much, but I couldn't help myself to say anything and you left. You ran upstairs, and I stayed down dwelling in my mistake."
