As Long As You Need

5-A date?

Can you miss someone who was never yours? 

I haven't spoken to Noah in over two weeks. Not for my lack of trying though. I think, no I know he's avoiding me. 

After Brady interrupted us things got awkward, so I left. I didn't hear from him the rest of the weekend and when he showed up to school on Monday he had a black eye and busted lip. I went up to him to ask him what happened but he just walked away. 

To say I wasn't hurt by that action would be a lie. I mean I know we aren't anything barely even friends, but I don't know. Part of me thought we could just go back to we were. Him flirting and cracking jokes and me pretending his flirting wasn't getting to me. 

When ever he comes over he goes straight to Brady's room. I leave my door unlocked hoping for him to just come by and say hi at least but he never does. 

I should've seen this coming, Noah is not a relationship kind of guy. The only reason he probably ever acknowledged me was so he could get in my pants. I keep wanting to be wrong but the more days that goes by where he ignores me, the more I start to believe it. 

The first football game of the season is tomorrow night. Matt, Delilah and I are attending. They are dating now actually. The day after the party Delilah came over and told me all about her night with Matt. Turns out they danced for a while before they went back to his house. 

She was so excited that she got to lose her virginity to him, I know she was saving it for him. They have been in their honeymoon faze for the past two weeks, while I've been walking around pretending everything is ok. That I am not hurt about Noah. Because clearly I shouldn't be.

I keep reminding myself that it was all in my head, all the touches, the whispers. I wasn't special and I need to get over him. Which is exactly what I am going to do. If Noah doesn't want me then whatever, that's his loss. 

I pull the covers off of me and go to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and put on some mascara. I throw my hair in a ponytail and head back to my room. I put on a long sleeve black crop top and a pair of blue jean shorts. Slipping on my Air Force 1's I spray my body with my vanilla honey perfume. 

I go down stairs and grab a donut before getting into the back of Brady's car. Noah is sitting in the passenger seat. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence. It stings but I bite into my donut and scroll through my phone pretending it doesn't. 

We arrive at the school and I hop out of the car heading to my locker. Delilah texted me saying her and Matt were going to be a little late so I'd be on my own until lunch. 

Shutting my locker I scream at sight of someone behind it. He seems taken aback by my freakout as his eyes widen.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to scare you." I look at the guy more closely. Hey I know him. 

Derrick Peters. He the star quarterback at our school, he's got golden brown hair, which he usually keeps gelled back. He's got blue eyes and theirs a freckle right above his lip. He's wearing ripped jeans a white polo shirt and a varsity jacket.

"Sorry Derrick I didn't know it was you." I say fixing my bag on my shoulder.

We know who each other are because of my brother but we never interact. I think this is the most he has ever said to me. 

"Yeah, its all good. Hey listen what are you doing after school?" He shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks nervous. 

"Nothing why?"I ask skeptical. What is he playing at?

He scratches the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go see a movie with me?" I smile and bite my lip.

"Like a date?"