My Crush's Bestfriend

Sneak Peek

A/N Helloooo so two years ago I published this book but decided to finish MCB before I continue it. Well now the MCB is complete, I'm excited to write this one! As you may know (or maybe don't if you're new here), this book idea came to be in a dream so I felt obligated to further it. Hope you enjoy it! <3 Feedback welcomed and appreciated :) Will be publishing the first chapter shortly after I post this you can find it on my profile!

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𝓗𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 

𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘹𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

"Damon you're such a good kisser" I groaned as I pulled him closer to me by the hair.

"Mmm baby you- RUFF RUFF"

Huh?

I jolt awake, vigorously wiping at my wet cheek that was now covered in dog slobber.

I glared at the culprit, "Bad doggo! What did I tell you about licking my face?" Shadow whimpered at the loudness of my voice causing me to instantly feel bad.

"Oh come here, I'm sorry." I smiled as he leaps into my arms, lying on his back allowing me to rub his tummy.

"Sky hurry up or you're going to be late!" my mom shouted from the hallway.

I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, my eyes widening as I noticed I only had twenty minutes to get dressed.

I jumped out of bed rushing to the bathroom, "Sam is going to kill me."

An incessant blaring of a car horn sent me hurrying down the stairs.

"Bye mom, no time for breakfast I'll see you later. Love you!" I rushed as I grabbed an apple off the counter before kissing her cheek.

"Hurry up loser!" Sam yelled as I made my way to her car tossing her the apple with a sheepish smile on my face.

"Apology accepted." She smiled, biting into the apple before driving off.

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"Again?!" Sam laughed as I told her about the incident this morning. As you could probably guess by her choice of words, it has happened quite a lot.

I groaned in embarrassment, hiding my face in my hands as she continued laughing at my expense.

Meet Samantha Wright, my best friend of ten years. I met Sam when I was eight. After my horrendous decision to confess my love to Damon Grey, she was there to comfort me and we've been inseparable since then.

So I'm guessing you're going to want a little back story of how this confession happened so here goes.

-Flashback-

From the moment I laid eyes on Damon Grey, I knew I was a goner. Maybe it was those eyes that were like deep pools of chocolate or maybe it was those beautiful indents that would appear in his cheeks whenever he smiled.

I could tell you though, it was definitely his ability to light up a room. Damon Grey was the epitome of perfection.

Even at the age of eight, he had girls falling all over him and boys wanting to be him. He of course was oblivious to this, as his only focus was on his blueberry pies.

Damon Grey was obsessed with blueberry pies and I was obsessed with Damon Grey.

I first realize my feelings for Damon after he helped me when Carter Pierson pushed me off the swing set during recess.

I fell on a piece of broken glass, which caused a deep cut just above my knee. The sight of blood always made me light-headed. I was a sobbing mess, trying my best not to look at my now red leg while Carter laughed. I could have been bleeding out and he found it amusing.

A warm hand settled on my shoulder causing me to look up through tear-filled eyes. And there he was, this perfect angelic person smiling down at me as the sun's glow illuminated his face.

Okay, that was a bit extreme but you get the point.

"It's okay, you'll be okay." He whispered giving me a dimpled smile that melted my heart. That was it. That was the moment Damon Grey unknowingly stole my heart.

He then got up and kicked Carter in the shin before helping me to the nurse's office.

From that day on, Damon was the only guy that had my heart even though he didn't speak to me after that day. That is, however, until a few weeks after the incident when I couldn't go another day without letting him know how I felt.

Looking back now, it wasn't the best idea. I mean really- what was I expecting to happen? But in my eight-year-old mind, if I confess my feelings, he would say he loved me too and we would live happily ever after.

But that did not happen much to my disappointment.

I walked up to Damon that day during recess, my heart in my hand, prepared to confess my love and run off into the sunset with him.

I tapped on his shoulder causing him to turn around with a smile on his face which just made me turn into a stuttering mess.

"Hey uh- I'm sorry I don't think you told me your name." He said sheepishly.

"It's Skylar but you can call me Sky. I just- I have something that I need to tell you." I smiled nervously.

"What is it?" he asked, the confusion evident on his face.

"Damon...I- I love y-you."

And that was it, that was the moment everything changed. No, he didn't tell me he felt the same way. He looked at me in shock for a split second before he pushed me down as he laughed with his friends at my expense.

I was in disbelief, unable to move as I just stared at them with wide eyes. This was not the same Damon who helped me only days ago. My Damon was not cruel. I blinked back pending tears, refusing to embarrass myself further and that is when Sam, my saviour, came to the rescue.

"Geez I didn't think you had it in you. I owe you ten bucks." She said as she helped me up, subtly winking at me as if telling me to play along.

"It really wasn't worth it." I laughed as I brushed the dust off my clothes.

Damon looked like he was about to ask what we meant but Sam pulled me away towards the swing sets before he got a chance to speak. I was not the best liar so I gratefully followed her away from him.

"I don't have ten bucks." She joked before continuing, "I'm Sam by the way. Samantha actually but don't ever call me that or I'll have to kill you and I really don't want to kill my new best friend." she finished, looking genuinely sad at the thought that she might have to kill me.

I smiled at her words. Best friend. I had a best friend. "I'm Sky-"

"Skylar yeah I got that from your conversation with the demon over there," she nodded towards Damon who was laughing with his friends as if he didn't just stomp all over my heart. "What was up with that anyways?"

I told Samantha everything and she comforted me. She expressed her concern that she believed Damon was a demon sent to destroy all of humanity but agreed to be supportive and not judge my decision to love 'the devil.'

I was completely embarrassed but no, I didn't start hating him after that horrific encounter. It was hard to hate Damon Grey. From that day, he pretended like it never happened, avoiding me at all cost until eventually, I guess he forgot about me. I wasn't sure he even knew my name anymore but I could never forget him because I was and still am completely infatuated with Damon Grey.