Heather
He was amazing. Sweat trickled down his back as he worked out and I could stare at him forever. We were currently in our school field and instead of focusing on what my cheer captain was saying, I was having daydreams of a certain blackhaired boy. His dumbass name was Wilson.
Wilson wasn't the the most popular boy in school, he wasn't even among them, which made me wonder. He was handsome, athletic, had an amazing car and a fairly big house, plus he was into sports, went to patties. Wasn't that the stereotype for hot and popular high school boys?
Anyways, this hot high school boy had been my crush for over two years now.
"Heather!" My cheer captain, Camille called as she snapped her fingers in my face. "Again seriously?"
I just offered a smile and went back to focusing on cheerleading. After a few minutes I was staring at Wilson again, don't judge. Our eyes met and he sent a smile my way which I promptly returned.
That had been our little exchange for weeks, he'd smile, I'd smile, he'd wink, I'd wink, Everytime.
Flashforward two weeks, I'd finally summoned enough courage to tell him how I felt. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
I was in my bedroom laying on my bed, when my phone buzzed, a message from the school group chat, I opened it.
I couldn't hear anything so, I didn't exactly know when my phone hit the floor and broke.
Wilson, the boy I was madly in love with, had been involved in an accident and had died.
