Beany Fanfiction <3 <3

CHAPTER 1

Hy lozers lul! these is chepter won ant ive worked rlly hard 5 it and i howpe you lick it 

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I hated mornings, I hated waking up. But Beany made it worth it. Today was the day. The day I confessed my love for her. It had been building up to this moment for a long time; previously our relationship was just conveyed in looks and moments we had together, but I wanted more. I was going to do it.

I had spent all last night working myself up to doing it, and now I was finally going to do it. I came into the classroom wearing my earphones because I wanted to look cool, and immediately sought her out. She wasn't there,

My heart sank. She wasn't coming in today. I immediately felt the pain build up inside me and the frustration of not being near her threatened to burst out of me. All that worry, excitement - for nothing.

I sat down with my best friend Willow. She's scary as fuck but I like her for some reason. Maybe I like her because she's scary as fuck. Maybe that is my kink. I sit there, all depressed, sad because Beany isn't there today.

Then Jesus comes in. It's actually Beany but it might as well be Jesus. She comes in with her gorgeous muddy brown skirt and I can't help staring at her, and she's got her cool ass jacket and is wearing her red beany (gettit preps becuz her name is bany and she's wearing her beny lel.)

I stand up, but everyone gives me weird looks so I sit back down and decide to play it cool. I pretend to go on my phone but the fucking thing takes ages to start up so I just sit there for a bit waiting for it to load.

Beany comes in and greets everyone - she's so charming and casual and perfect and ugh. I look up as sexily as possible and she looks over at me and we share some special eye contact. It's always like that. When I look into her eyes it's like my heart is on fire and my brain stops working. 

She smiles, and looks away. I decide. It's time.

I stand up, and I can see her take a breath and she looks at my sexy self. 

        I know she likes me too. Our looks to each other.....,,,,,..... What else could they mean? But even though I know she likes me, why am I so nervous? 

        My heart about to implode on itself in my chest, I go over to her. 

"Um, Beany. Can I talk to you?"

She looks at me, her eyes narrowed, 

"Yeah, I suppose."

I go towards the door, beckoning her to follow. She looks like she knows what's going to happen, but how can she? 

I feel all nervous and fluttery as we make our way down the stairs from our classroom and I lead her into the ICT room which is the only empty room at this time. 

She stares at me, waiting for me to start.

I take a deep breath.

"I know you feel the same way as me. You can't deny what's going on between us."

"What do you mean? What's going on between us?" She looks confused. I sigh internally. I knew this was going to be difficult. 

"You know.. Our looks. That one time we touched accidentally. You remember it, right? You can feel the connection, I know it."

She gives me a weird look.

"Um what"

"DON'T FUCKING PRETEND YOU DON'T KNOW YOU SKANK"

"Whooaaa bruhhh calm down"

We stare at each other for a moment, me breathing heavily. Then she speaks, with a pained look,

"Sacha, I know..." she takes a deep breath, and starts again, "I know what you mean. I know what's going on between us" She looks away dramatically, "But we can't be together."

I stare at her for a moment. 

"y not" 

Her eyes become watery and she looks pained again, 

"We just can't, okay? I love you, I really do. But.. we can't."

"WELL THAT'S THE FUCKING WORST EXCUSE I'VE EVER HEARD IN A WHILE LIKE WHOAaaAAaAaaAaaAAAA IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE ME YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID BRUH FINE I DON'T NEED YOU I DON'T NEED ANYONE YOU'RE ALL PREPS STOP FLAMING ME" I angrily turn away.

"Sacha?" she touches my shoulder and I wrench out of her reach and turn around again,

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME SLUUUUT"

She looks like she genuinely feels bad, and I do too for a moment again, but then I realise she just fucking rejected me and Idgaf anymore. Then,

"Sacha. I love you. Remember that, okay? Even though we can't be together.. I love you."

I give her the middle finger and cartwheel away.