[X ] Turn him down. Now. You can't believe this is happening!
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Still Tuesday, April 16th
Jesse's confession hangs in the air and you stare at him, mouth hanging open as you try to process what's happening. Jesse. Just confessed to you. And your brain is misfiring, running through every possible scenario that can come of this. Can you ask for more time? No. No, you can't do that--say yes? But you don't
want to say yes and the thought of saying yes makes your stomach drop into the soles of your feet. You like Jesse, he's a nice guy. But.
Not like that.
You open your mouth, then close it as the uncomfortable, unhappy silence stretches out a moment later and then you HAVE to reply, have to say SOMETHING. You clench your fists at your side and finally spit something out because staying quiet any longer is going to drive you mad.
"NO! No, I--I can't! I'm not gonna go out with you, Jesse--!" Jesse's face which was flushed a moment before drains a little as the other cat turns a bit pale. Whether that's relief or anxiety or disappointment you can't really tell. You continue before you can think better.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just--I can't. I can't!" You're babbling. Waving your arms to emphasize just how much you cannot at this moment. You feel flush and warm and you want to hide, to shrink down and have the earth swallow you up so people stop staring, so that this never happened and so that you had never opened your stupid, stupid mouth to Mari.
"Hanako--" Jesse starts to say something and you shake your head before you charge past him and out the door of the school, running as fast as your legs will carry you. You have to get away. Have to get away. Once you're home and safe and don't have to worry about anything you'll be fine. Somehow you manage to get to the train station at a dead sprint and only stop for breath when you're finally sitting on the train with your book bag clutched tightly against your chest. Only then do you vent your anger and frustration and the sheer sick feeling of wrongness that never seems to leave you alone lately and begin to cry. You hide your face against your bag and refuse to look up at anyone, hoping that no one will notice. Of course, they do notice but thankfully no one bothers you and you manage to trudge home from the station without an incident.
You shoulder the door open and kick your shoes off, leaving them tumbled where they fall instead of taking the time to neatly arrange them.
"I'm home," you manage to croak out a greeting.
"Welcome home!" Your dad's voice. Sounds like he's in the kitchen working on dinner. "How was school, Hana-chan?"
"I don't feel good. I'm gonna lie down." Your hurry past the kitchen, hiding your face and into your bedroom where you can firmly lock the door and shut out the world. Your room is pretty normal, all things considered. There's a bed up against the wall, still not made from last night covered in pale, pastel blankets. A couple bookshelves packed with manga and other books. Your desk where you keep your computer. Closet. A dresser that you have some figurines and other junk on top of. Mirror. Yep. Normal bedroom for a normal teenager.
But you're
not normal and you can't shake that feeling. You crawl under your blankets without bothering to get undressed and burrow there, silently scrolling through some of your internet bookmarks, including a forum where you go to practice your English sometimes called 'Enough Acceleration.' Mostly a bunch of nerds, honestly, but they like to talk about anime and stuff. And it helps you with your English tests. You stay like that, even when your dad knocks gently on the door to ask if you're okay. You shrug him off, making an excuse about feeling tired and sick and just wanting to rest.
An hour or two passes like this when your phone buzzes.
It's a message from Mari.
You hesitate for a moment, then open it. It's almost sickeningly positive.
"Heeeey, Hana-chan~~~! How'd it go with Jesse today? (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ "
You feel sick again.
What are you supposed to say?
[ ] Don't respond. You really don't want to talk to Mari right now.
[ ] I HATE YOU! You're so angry you could cry (again). You don't want to talk to her right now AT ALL!
[ ] Why did you do that? I didn't ask you to set us up! You're not angry, (well yes you are) but you feel more sick and sad then angry...