The players best friend

I came in dashing through the door inhaling deep repetitive breaths as all eyes turned to look at the lunatic running through the door in a lunatic expression but as i slowly regain posture i walked away ignoring the pointed looks the customers have been shooting but right then i haul ted as i saw the daggers fly from my bosses eyes as they stared me down, and with a small twitch offered by his head knowing what it meant i stood outside his office waiting to be given out to.

As i waited at what seemed like hours but couldn't exceed 15 minutes spare, looked at me with a look of sympathy but i returned it with a reassuring smile.

Even though l technically don't NEED the Job I have to Prove to my mom that I'm capable of using my fingers in other ways than to Slide pencils through them.

When I looked up from my thoughts l could see the worry in her emerald green eyes but i couldn't blame her this is my 3rd time this week turning up late to work which here means 3 strikes which means after he talks to me I'll be surely out.

Me forgetting the street's name was one reason i was late, i was one of those people who are completely dependent on GPS, so i don't rely on 'memory' or 'instinct' as Clara would say every time i drove her around.

I heard the tap of someone's shoes, at first I thought Mr Galvin the owner bat soon the squeak of a Nike shoe reassured me that it wasn't and instead of the heart wrenching nervousness it was replaced with a flutter of butterflies, recognizing the sound as Jason shoes, Jason was the owners son and none other than my childhood best friend, I know, I know, best friends don't get butterflies around each other but what can I say, I've been crushing on him since 1st grade when he came over and saved me from being bullied by a 2nd grader, and from there on he promised to never leave me alone and always be my best friend and that is how he stormed into my heart and never left......that sounded corny but that's how it happened.

There he was the best friend I will never change standing there with his favorite light hazel eyes that complimented his dark dapper hair and extenuated those pink lips, that were on another's and a course his......oh what the hell, why is his lips being engulfed by that blonde whore, oh my god, he came in here thinking its empty and was to into the kiss to notice me and neither did the blonde skank.

Oh yeah did I forget to mention Jason was a bit of a player, oh my god he's the biggest player in all of our little town of blooms Dale, yup I'm not the only one crushing on Jason Galvin , its me and a couple hundred other girls ranging from early high school girls to college women, even moms were secretly crushing on his defined cheek bones and broad, strong shoulders.

well back to the very horny teens in front of me I was feeling a bit uncomfortable and extremely angry and the fact that there completely ignored my presence intentily or not got me from angry to completely peeved and all I know is that I'm read as a tomato from both anger and embarrassment. I didn't know what to do, so I cleared my throat trying to inform the happy couple of my presence but no one budged from the door, completely engrossed in shoving each others tongues down each others throat so I just made a raspier, angrier more audible sound and the blonde was the first to pull up for hair to look at me with distaste, but she didn't intimidate me and she knew it but no longer than a sec Jason's hazel eyes turned around to look at me with a sheepish smile saying "hey there Bridget, didn't see you there" ugh seriously, he knows how uncomfortable and annoyed I get when he's

with the flavor of the hour.

I just was fed up and completely fuming it wasn't even the fact that he's completely blind but also his actions have only spiral led lately and I don't know why, ugh I'm just fed up to the point where I just walked out not looking back with slight flick of my dark brown hair I stood and just shrugged when Clara looked and asked me what happened and just as Mr Galvin was FINALLY deciding to join the party I gave him a closed mouth smile and left just like that no looking back dropping my earnings, but never the less I'm not going to halt my him dramatic exit just to kneel and get my earing so I just left my blue sapphire earnings, one of my favorites might I add and walked through the front door with a chime signaling my exit.

I know, I know you think I'm dramatic but you don't know how it feels to not have the guy you have really strong feelings for and not only that he keeps rubbing it in my face, even though he doesn't know how I feel, which is because like any other guy is completely blind anybody in his place would get a hint but noooo he had to be soooo thick headed under all that handsome head of his. ugh why am I complimenting him , I'm mad at him!

And with that fault I pulled up at my house but in fear of explanation to why I was so early I went up back and jumped over my white picket fence and started climbing our tree house which only flooded my mind with the memory that only tasted bitter sweet now.

As i sat there reminiscing about the day we had our first play date & he came with Mrs Galvin with cookies to welcome us to the neighbor hood and how I snatched his shy dark eyed figure from behind his mom to drag him to show him my newly built treehouse and how we sat there for hours having a tea party with Mr teddy and Mrs giraffe. I laughed as o remembered his horrified face when I pored him air or when he bit down the biscuit with a scrunched up face that made me giggle with amusement.

I even remember when his mom practically dragged him away from me but he ran back and quickly pecked my cheek so shyly that from that time my heart has been his, even the huge grin I had the whole day after he left is imprinted in my head and from then on we've been inseparable, from then on he's always been my hero but I guess times has changed and so have people and my hero is now my only source of torture.

I sat there feeling sad for myself , for being weak and fragile 'cause that's not me I'm not the type to get so affected but then again he's the only guy who can get a reaction out of me. why? why me? why does he see every girl but me look at every girl like a girl but me, he claims to know women so well but here I am heads over heals for that dark eyed idiot.

'you know what I'm not doing this anymore', I said to my self wiping the one tear that escaped, 'I'm not his game, I'm not his to claim anymore' I chanted over and over again.

I'm truely done with the sadness, heart ache and most importantly I'm done with him.

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authors note: hey everybody this is my first story tell me how you feel about it just be nice about it, tell me my mistakes and I would love to improve it more and not only that I would love to know if you have any ideas for this story thanx :*

p.s the humor is still to come just bare with me

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-Ithaar