I Love Him, I Love Him Not?

A/N: Hey I just wanted to let you know that I am one of those people who works on a chapter at a timeand it takes me a while to type it up. Sorry. XD

It was the first day of school and I had just missed the bus.

“Great.” I said sarcastically as I saw the dark rain clouds overhead. I started jogging toward the school when a sleek black convertible pulled up next to me. “No, not him. Anyone but him.” I groaned as I slowed to a stop beside the car. The driver’s window slid down and I heard a deep voice from inside the car.

“Need a ride?” It was him, my next-door neighbor, Daniel. Daniel was everything I wasn’t rich, good looking, and popular. Even though technically I am rich but it’s not like I flaunt it, I really don’t care about the money. And I know what you’re thinking ‘If she’s so rich why doesn’t she have a car?’ Well I don’t want to be seen as rich and my mom will only pick out really expensive, brand new cars. So I’m stuck riding the bus. My friends tell me that I’m pretty with wavy strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes but I don’t care if I’m pretty or not. I am not popular at all but I’m glad, the popular people at my school are stuck-up and snobby.

Daniel is arrogant, self-centered, and he goes through girls like I go through books.

“No I’m fine.” I tell him hoping he will go away. I started jogging again but he just followed me easily in his car.

“It’s about to rain.” He said, flashing me a cocky grin that made every girl at school, except me, weak at the knees. As if to emphasize his point it started pouring. “Last call.” He said, still smiling at me.

I weighed my options, risk ruining my English essay that I stayed up till three A.M. working on or bear through the twenty minute ride to school.

“Fine.” I said getting in the passenger seat.

“That’s my girl.” He said when I got inside.

“I’m not your girl.” I snapped as he started driving.

“Oh that’s right, your Caleb’s girl.” He winked at me while I fought back tears.

“Me and Caleb aren’t together anymore” I told him quietly. Caleb and I had just broken up last weekend. It had been our one year anniversary and I went to his house to surprise him. I walked in on him kissing some girl on his couch.

I broke up with him instantly and ran home crying. I was dreading seeing Caleb at school today since we have always had at least one class together. At first I liked it because we were really good friends and when we started dating I loved it. But now that we broke up I was hoping that this was the year that we didn’t have any classes together. But if we did have a class together I would show him that I could live without him.

“Was he not a good kisser?” Daniel asked mockingly.

“No.” I said, looking out the window. I wonder if it would hurt if I jumped out of the car.

“Did he make you pay for dinner?” He was laughing so hard tears were coming out of his eyes. For a second I worried that he might crash but that was soon replaced with anger.

“No, he cheated on me on our one year anniversary.” I said glaring at him. That shut him up. He pulled into the school parking lot and found a spot instantly. He turned to look at me and put a hand on my arm.

“I’m sorry.” He said looking in my eyes. Then he started leaning toward me, his eyes closing. I pushed myself away as far as the car would allow and I pushed his head away with my hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, making my voice cold. His eyes flew open and he looked confused, apparently he wasn’t used to getting rejected.

“I was just going to kiss you. Is there a problem with that?” He sounded genuinely confused.Does he not realize that I have no interest in him at all?

“Yes there is a problem. I have no interest in you at all and just because I’m hurt doesn’t mean I’m gonna hook up with you for a day. Then the next day see you making out with some other girl. Thanks for the ride but I’ve got to go.” I said unbuckling my seatbelt. My knee hit the release button on the glove box and it fell open. A picture fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and saw that it was a picture of me and Daniel playing in our joined yards when we were three.

I was so shocked that I just stared at it for a second. Then I put it back in his glove box and got out of the car. Several people looked at me, probably why I just got out of the most popular guy in schools car. I heard a car door slam and someone ran up to me.

“Look Ali, I’m sorry.” Daniel said when he got to me.

“No you’re not, and don’t call me Ali my name is Alicia.”