Yeah well I guess maybe it's not so bad falling for a friend, especially a handsome and pretty clever one.
Just saying, could've been worse.
Oh but he's dating one of the prettiest and nicest girls I ever met-
I guess it's kinda bad.
I should probably tell him...
But I'm the one who convinced him to ask her out.
I can't do that.
He probably doesn't like me back anyway..
Well,there's the bell.
Off to English I go.
"Khal!"
"My man!"
My man?
"I asked Lindsay out!"
"Mhm I saw."
"You don't sound very excited..?"
"Sorry, tired."
"We're going out Thursday 8pm, wanna come?"
"Huh?"
"Her brother's pan and said you look cute!"
"He's 17 don't worry."
"I'll be there!"
Might as well try to get over him quickly.
(Fast forward to Thursday 8pm)
I put on my nice clothes and put some dark eyeshadow and concealer.
I heard a knock at 8pm sharp, I opened it to see a pretty handsome platinum blond, red albino eyed, slightly tanned taller boy.
"Hey!"
"Hey."
God his voice is so deep.
He sounds like a freaking vending machine.
"Connor, nice meeting you."
"Uh, Kyle..?"
"You coming?"
Oh my god.
A fucking motorcycle?
"Sure."
While riding I actually had fun!
We chatted and I realized his voice ain't that deep, it was his helmet.
When we arrived I excused myself to the bathroom.
"Eric!"
"Khal!"
"How's Connor?"
"He's nice."
Who am I kidding, Connor is only platonic to me.
I see him as no more than a future friend.
I don't see Lindsay in the area so I guess we can chat about something.
If you know what I mean...
(Next part will be published at 100 reads ;)
