Communist Crush Chronicles 2-

Hi its Mary again walcome back to living and breathing teen drama. "Communist Crush Chronicles"! Befor we get started I must say that this is the part 2 of the story so if you want to understand things I suggest you read the first part befor this! Also I realized life wasnt stoping so I can write everything down befor I finaly start talking about this time and not like 2 weeks ago... But yeah anyways enough yapping T.T hope you enjoy!

“We got a source of information now…”

Now, what I didn’t realize at the time was that this was easier said than done.
Because even though we were friends with Faith we weren’t close. We just knew each other that’s all.

And I knew that if I were to ask her about him (Skater Boy) myself she’d instantly realize I was interested in him. So obviously we had to get creative.

Our plan? Catch Faith alone and casually ask her about “Skater Boy,” since we didn’t even know his name yet just his class 11-E.

By sixth period me and Lauren were both zoning out questioning our life choices while the teacher droned on about something we definitely weren’t listening to. Then out of nowhere Lauren turned to me with that “I’ve got an idea” face.

“We can ask Faith. She must know his name or whatever.”

“Duh but how are we going to do that without making it obvious I have a crush on the guy?”

“I’ll ask,” she said.

And let me tell you.

She did.

The next day right after lunch we were heading back to class. I was walking with Agnes talking about something stupid as usual (mostly jokingly flirting or talking shit about some guy) and Lauren was trailing behind us.

I was just about to say something to her when suddenly she grabbed my shoulders like she’d just spotted Cillian Murphy in the hallway.

“Mary! It’s Faith! Ask her!”

“NUUH” I said immediately.
Lauren rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Fine I’ll do it.”

“Lauren don’t you dare-”

Too late.
She turned around full confidence mode activated.

“Hey Faith-”

And that’s how my soul temporarily left my body. While Lauren was talking, I locked my gaze on Agnes’s Korn jacket like it was the most fascinating thing in the universe. Because if I looked up, I might combust. And I was already squiming in my place anyways.

See I couldn’t catch everything they were saying since they were a bit ahead of me and I wasn’t exactly dying to walk closer either. But after a long ass minute, Lauren’s conversation was taking way too long and I was getting bored, so against all survival instincts… and my guts screaming "you idiot glutenfree sandwich!" I walked up.

“Hi, what’s up?”

Lauren turned, mid-sentence, trying to explain:

“I’m talking about the guy with bangs and the Stüssy-”

(Side note: in my last blog, I said STWD, because we only realized later that it was the actual brand. Until then, we thought it was Stüssy befor.)

Faith looked totally lost, so I -for some reason only the universe knows- decided to step in.

“Yeah, the guy with that raincoat looking jacket.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Faith turned to me with this knowing smile like she’d just uncovered a national secret.

“Ooo... do you like him too?”

Yeah, I should’ve kept my pretty mouth shut.The moment Faith said that, I knew I had to stay calm. Like, emotionally flatline calm.  Because any extra movement  a blink, a twitch, a breath too deep would give me away. But my heart was beating so fast I thougth I was about to recreat that once scene where flash speed his heart to much it showed a flatline. So I did what any totally normal, not-nervous-at-all person would do:

I laughed.

Bad idea.

Dont do it.

“What? No but he has a cool jacket, hahah.”

Yeah... I definitely should’ve let Lauren handle that one.

Luckily, the universe took pity on me. Teachers were starting to head back to class, so Faith stopped digging for gossip and just nodded.

“You guys mean Nick? I don’t know much about the guy.”

And just like that, the conversation died.
No more questions. No more suspicious looks. Nothing.

That was it.
For a week “Skater Boy” (now apparently Nick) became a ghost topic. 

Of course, we did what any pair of normal, well-adjusted people would do next:
we went full-on detective mode.

We searched for his name in Faith’s following list.
Then her followers.
Empty.

No trace. No profile. No nothing.
Just us, a name, and Agnes making inappropriate jokes out of boredom. Days passed. And honestly, we kinda gave up. Bro was a living question mark. Until Lauren decided to try again. She asked Faith about the guy one more time like four days ago.

Faith still had no idea. Which was weird, because she sometimes hung out with him. But Lauren gave her that tired, “I’m-so-done-with-this-bullshit” look and said:

“Bro, at least find his Insta for us, yeah?”

Faith shrugged.

“Sure, I’ll try.”

And that was that.I honestly had no hope until Lauren send me a message while I was stu(dying). 

“Thank me later bitch.”

Attached was a name.
Nick’s Instagram.

I audibly gasped.
Like gasp gasped. All-air-left-my-body type gasp.

And then I started texting with my hands shaking like they’d just witnessed a holy revelation.

“GOD, LAUREN. THE. WOMEN. YOU. ARE.”

“WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT YOU.”

His profile picture? Some rockstar. Normal. Cool. Fine.

But you know how Instagram has that three-picture feature and you can see the other two when you touch the main pfp? Yeah…

He had Lenin and Che Guevara.

I remember staring for a solid ten seconds before losing it. I sent Lauren a voice message  practically screaming:

“BITCH. THIS HOE. IS. COMMUNIST.”

And this will be end of our chapter d: Now you guys know why this blog is called "Communist Crush Chronicles" yeah.. anyways I will see you guys in next blog where we deep dive in his insta and his spotify. Till then have a great day/nevening and nigth!