mixed emotions

I guess an introduction is kind of needed before we start this journey, huh?

I’m Clementine and my cru-enemy is Trevor. Online, I’m called gentle-tangerine and my best friend online goes by Spicy-Dawg. Spicy-Dawg and I make a great team in games. The game we play the most is where we have to take care of a pack of wolves.

If Spicy-Dawg went to my school, then I would finally have a friend there; everyone at school dislikes me because I don’t like Trevor.

I just don’t see what the big deal about Trevor. I mean, yes, he is pretty good looking (I’ll give him that at least) but he has the worst personality I have ever come across in my eighteen years.

Trevor has dark brown mysterious eye’s that you could easily get lost in, messy black hair, toned skin, lean muscles and a dazzling white smile. I mean, er, that’s probably what others might describe him like, I think.

“How about we follow the birds and go north?” I suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” Spicy-Dawg agreed, leading our pack north.

“So, umm, I was wondering where you went to school…” his animated voice said.

“Forest county high school in Wisconsin,” I answered.

“Really? Me too!” Spicy-Dawg exclaimed. “I can’t believe we’ve been at the same school this whole time without knowing it!”

“That‘s kind of funny.” I laughed.

“So, umm, could you tell me your real name?” he asked. “So we can find and meet each other in real life.”

“No can do, sorry,” I replied. “You’ll just have to figure out who I’m yourself.”

“Ooh, so like one of those mystery games that we played a while back?” Spicy-Dawg wondered in astonishment.

“Exactly like one of those mystery games.” My wolf nodded.

“What kind of classes do you take?” he inquired.

“IB,” I answered.

“Well, I guess that slims the options down a little bit,” Spicy-Dawg mumbled to himself. “A female senior that is in IB…”

“Yep, you got it!” I chirped. “So what kind of classes do you take?”

“IB and soccer.” He answered.

“I guess yours is going to be less of a challenge than mine will be.” I giggled. “Huh?”

“I guess so.” He laughed.

I can’t believe Spicy-Dawg goes here! I wonder who he is…

My thoughts were cut short by someone bumping into my shoulder causing the contents in my arms to spill on the ground.

“Oh come on,” I muttered, bending down to pick my stuff up. “Seriously? Again?”

“Here, let me help you.” A deep voice said while starting to pick up some of my papers.

I was almost put into a trance when I heard the voice, almost. I looked up and saw none other than Trevor.

“Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “I thought that we were supposed to hate each other.”

“Let’s just say that I’m looking through new eyes.” He softly replied. “And hate is a strong word, don’t you think? It’s more like, I don’t know you and you won’t let me get to know you.”

“Whatever,” I sighed taking my stuff from his hand. “Thanks’ for helping me picking up my stuff anyways.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He winked before walking off.

Looks like I won’t be able to play online today, I’ll have to resort all these papers… again…

“Do you want to play today?” Spicy-Dawg requested. “Or are you busy?”

“Sorry, as much as I’d like to play, I can’t. I have to resort one of my binders, everything fell out of it in the hallway,” I mumbled.

“That’s strange, I helped someone pick up their stuff at school today.” Spicy-Dawg chortled lightly.

I didn’t reply, I just sat there, frozen in shock. Could it be…?

“Wait,” Spicy-Dawg gasped. “Clementine?!”

“Trevor?” I weakly uttered.

“Wow, that’s plot twist.” Spicy-Dawg, who is actually Trevor, laughed nervously.

“B-but at school you’re a stuck up ******** I stuttered.

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” his character winced. “I guess you’re right, though, I do kind of act like a ***** at school…”

“You shouldn’t care about what others think of you,” I whispered.

“That’s easier said than done.” He sighed. “We’re friends right?”

“I guess you could say that.” I shrugged, err, well, my character shrugged.

Trevor’s character let out a long breath of relief.

“What?” I asked.

“I-it just that, I’ve always liked you, but you were always so harsh towards me and you always made it extremely clear that you didn’t like me back,” he explained shakily. “My parents thought that I was absolutely crazy for liking you, even with the way you acted towards me, so they set me up with Dalila.”

“Eh?” I sucked in air sharply. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Trevor breathed out.

“That’s kind of ironic.” I exhaled. “I was only abrasive towards you because I don’t know how to show my feelings very well and I thought you were a *****; I really did like you, and then you started dating Dalila.”

“Do you, umm, want to give us a shot?” Trevor wondered nervously.

“Aren’t you dating Dalila?” I remarked, feeling my heart speed up.

“It was my parents who set me up with her,” Trevor’s character smirked mischievously. “I have no feelings for her and she just wants me for my parent’s money. My parents said that I’m stuck with her until I found someone myself. But I was never able to get over you… and what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“I guess it’s worth a shot.” I murmured.

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow, you have to finish organizing your binder, you should get to work on that. Meet me on the field after school tomorrow.” He grinned before ending the chat.

I don’t know how to feel now. I don’t even know how to act anymore. My emotions are so frazzled. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel… I just can’t believe that this whole time Spicy-Dawg was actually Trevor. And he liked me back all along too.

Focus, Clementine, focus!

“I don’t think I’m doing this correctly, could you help me?” Trevor asked.

“Which problem do you need help on?” I asked, looking away from him as a light blush spread across my cheeks.

“All of them.” I saw him smirk mischievously from the corner of my eye.

“Well, where’s your paper?” I sighed.

“Right here.” He said softly, placing his work on my desk before grabbing my chin gently and brought my face to look at him before letting go. “So, are we on for after school?”

“I guess,” I mumbled.

“What’s going on after school?” one of Trevor’s friends asked, popping up on the other side of me.

I yelped and fell out of my chair, right onto Trevor.

“You know, you two really would make a cute couple.” Trevor’s friend mused.

“Why would you ever say something like that?!” I exclaimed angrily, scrambling to get off of Trevor. “He just wants me to help him with some of his work after school because he doesn’t understand it!”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Trevor’s friend said, putting his hands up in surrender. “It’s just that, I’m one of the few people in the school that are rooting for Trev to leave Dalila and hook up with you.”

My whole body went rigged. “W-what?”

“Some of the school want Trev to stay with Dalila or get with you.” He chirped. “I’m rooting for you two.”

“That’s disgusting.” I muttered under my breath.

Once the bell rang, Trevor grabbed our stuff and clutched my hand before running off with me trailing behind him.

“This is stupid,” I muttered once he finally stopped under the stands that rim the field. “You’re stupid. I’m stupid.”

“It’s,” Trevor paused. “Temporary. I’m going to talk to my parents about it as soon as I get home. Once I talk to them, we won’t have to sneak around. And I might be stupid, but you’re definitely not.”

“Idiot,” I muttered, my face heating up.

“For you, I just might be.” He smirked trapping me between the wall and himself, his hands next to my head. “I still haven’t figured something out yet, would you mind helping me?”

“It depends,” I mused, wrapping my arms around him. “How do I help?”

“Like this.” He whispered, placing his lips on mine ever so gently.

“Trevor, you can’t be serious,” Dalila whined in her high pitched voice, walking up to us with her high heels trying to stab the ground. “Your parents just told me what you told them last night. You’re dumping me, for her.”

I’ve never really understood how people are able to walk in such high and thin high heels so well. I can’t even walk in two-inch heels.

“Exactly.” Trevor nodded, bringing me closer to himself. “Clementine wants me for me, and you want me for my money. I have no feelings for you except disgust.”

“Come on, baby, you don’t mean that, she’s corrupted you somehow.” Dalila whimpered with tears in her eyes.

“You heard what I told my parents, meaning that you know we’re through. Now, go find someone else to try to mooch off of.” Trevor replied angrily before walking away, dragging me along with him.

“That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” I asked, looking up at him.

“No, she has a too thick of a skull, she wouldn’t have gotten the meaning through if I wasn’t harsh.” Trevor breathed out.

“Oh,” I murmured. “It’s funny how things change so quickly.”

“How so?” he asked.

“When we were online before we knew it was each other, we got along great while we were online but wanted to rip each other’s throats out in real life.” I smiled softly at the ground. “But once we figured out that it was each other, every little detail changed.”

“You’re right.” Trevor laughed. “I believe everything changed for the better, what about you?”

“I had mixed emotions about it at first, honestly,” I replied. “But I thought about it, I knew that everything was enhanced to be so much more thrilling. Before my life was in a rut, and now I wonder in excitement about what will happen next.”

                                                           Trevor’s P.O.V.

“Mother, father.” I nodded to them politely. “I must talk to you.”

“What is it dear?” my mother asked.

“Do you remember when you set me up with Dalila, you said that if I find someone on my own you would allow me to end things with Dalila?” I said, gulping in fear right after.

You can do this, Trevor, you got this!

“Yes, we do.” My father answered. “But we thought it would have been impossible for you to find someone while with Dalila. That’s why we set that rule up.”

“Well, I did.” I huffed. “And she’s technically the one who caused you to set me up with Dalila.”

“What?!” my mother gasped. “You would rather be in an abusive relationship than with someone who cares and loves for you?”

“Dalila only cares about herself and money. And Clementine, Clementine actually cares for me, she just didn’t know how to show it properly.” I bit out.

“Watch your tone with us, boy.” My father growled.

“Mother, father, I love her!” I shouted before I could stop myself. “Nothing you do can stop that!”

I snuck up behind Clementine and picked her up by her waist, spinning her around. Clementine squealed in response.

“You’re mine now,” I whispered in her ear, setting her down.

“Wasn’t I all along?” she retorted, leaning into my chest.

I spun her around to face me before replying with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know, were you?”

“Why don’t you find out?” she breathed out.

“Already on it.” I mumbled, leaning in.

“So are you two finally together now?” Jasper asked.

Clementine distanced herself from me with a red face. I nodded, wrapping my arm around Clementine’s waist and bringing her back to me.

“Trevor, you can’t be serious,” Dalila squeaked coming up to us. “Your parents just told me what you told them last night. You’re dumping me, for her.”

“Exactly.” I said. “Clementine wants me for me, and you want me for my money. I have no feelings for you except disgust.”

“Come on, baby, you don’t mean that, she’s corrupted you somehow.” Dalila whined.

“You heard what I told my parents, meaning that you know we’re through. Now, go find someone else to try to mooch off of.” I growled, walking off with Clementine in my arms.

This is how it should have been, with Clementine being mine, with be being Clementines, and with her safely in my arms.