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Parents were so ignorant these days and they knew nothing about having a crush.
I am going to be a cool mom when I grow up.
“Hi.”
He smiled, ruffling my hair and I hit his hand away, still smiling shyly. I might be eleven, but I knew when you liked someone and I really really liked Jayden. I just didn’t think he liked me the same way, because he really confused me and sometimes, he treated me like his little sister.
“Hm guess what?” He started, wrapping his hand around me. I rolled my eyes at him.
“You got detention again, didn’t you?”
He winced. “Ah you know me too well. But trust me Flower, it wasn’t my fault this time.”
He recently started calling me with the nickname ‘Flower’ and I loved it. His brother –Raphael– called me that a few days ago, but I didn’t respond to him. Jay specifically said the name was for him alone to call me.
“Yeah? And whose fault was it then?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he groaned, raising his hands up in defense.
“Fine, I threw a pen at the teacher. It wasn’t my fault though, I was trying to throw it at my friend and… Ouuu Flower.” He whined as I hit the back of his head.
“You shouldn’t throw things in class. You are such a bad boy.” I shook my head at him and he grinned, wrapping his hands around me again.
“Your bad boy.”
This was what I meant when I said that he confused me, calling him my bad boy and calling me his Flower.
“Jay, should we eat something? I’m very hungry. I didn’t eat anything because I was waiting for you.”
“Okay foodie, what should we have? Shrimp Cajun?”
“What? No, I’m not eating Shrimp Cajun. We’ve been eating that for the past three days,” I protested.
He loved Shrimp Cajun a lot and could eat it everyday for a year straight. He insisted that he only liked it because of how my mommy made it and that he would never like it if it was prepared by someone else.
“Shrimp Cajun, Shrimp Cajun.” He raised his hand like he was in a protest, so unserious.
“No Shrimp Cajun, no Shrimp Cajun,” I played along with him.
“Even for me?” He said suddenly, batting innocent eyes at me and I bit my lower lip to hide a smile. He shouldn’t do things like that.
“Fine. But it’s not because of you, it’s just because I suddenly crave Shrimp Cajun.” I looked everywhere but him, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Yeah yeah right, I know it’s because of me. Come on, let’s go ask your mom to make it for us.” He smiled cockily as he dragged me to my house for food.
His mommy died when he was born and he was practically raised by my mommy, which was why he sometimes treated me like his sister, and I hated it.
Every time I talked about my mommy with him, I could feel that he missed his mommy too, even though he never met her. I couldn’t help but feel his pain every time he said ‘it must feel so good to have a mommy.’
Daddy always said that one of the worst types of pain was missing someone you only heard about through history.
PRESENT
I stepped into the elevator of the restaurant and just as it was about to shut, a fine looking guy on white shirt and black loose pants rushed in after me.
He had short brown hair that was perfectly brushed. His jaw was sharp and he had upturned lips. He was only about three inches taller than me and he looked like he was two to three years older.
I paid him no mind as he pressed on the button to close the elevator. His phone rang, he sighed and looked over to me before picking it up.
The hell?
