Pretty Little Liar

18~Fuck boys are overrated

I have now completely lost all sense of feeling in my fingers. Everybody keeps saying they're not cold, I'm freezing!

I can handle the wet springs and the rainy summers, but freezing fall and pneumonia winters are the seasons I dread in the UK.

And just because I am best friends with an over supportive trophy girlfriend, I am sitting on the bleachers once again freezing my butt off.

"Amelia" I say. She hums in response.

"Why can't we just meet Jamal after practice?"

"Why would I do that?" She asks, her eyes glued to Jamal on the field.

"So we won't freeze to fucking death"

"It's not that cold, you're just being a baby" she flips me off, and a cold gust of wind hits me in the face.

"I'm sorry, ice queen. Last I checked, Jamal doesn't have 2 girlfriends"

"He might as well, and besides, if you didn't want to come you wouldn't have. You're the most stubborn person I know. Just admit that deep down you come to watch Jay" she smiles.

"I do not!"

"Sure"

"I don't even know his number"

"It's number 15" she smiles mischievously.

I huff and go back to freezing.

I scan the field for number 15 and when I find him, I can't look away.

He looks my way and starts to wave. All to suddenly, the cold I was feeling is replaced with instant warmth.

Amelia picks up my hand and waves for me.

Kill me now. Please!

He shoots a confused look, but quickly goes back to practicing.

Amelia gives me a smug look and I don't even look her way. I am not responsible for what Jay does.

We sit there for 2 hours in silence until they're practice is over. And as per usual, Amelia runs to the field to meet Jamal, and I sit there like a pile of nothing, waiting for Amelia to come back.

But my heart starts to race when Jay comes this way.

"Hey" he says as he hoists himself on to the bleachers and sits next to me.

"Hey" I reply.

"I hate practice, each time I do it I start to rethink this football thing" he complains.

"That is exactly why I don't do sports" I reply and we get talking, about random stuff really.

And we land on the topic of his siblings, and I laugh at every story he tells.

"Your family is crazy. I wish I could meet them" I say and he pauses as if thinking.

"But you can. My brother Cameron, he's the second child. He is getting married on Saturday, which is very surprising to all of us. I invited Jamal and he would obviously bring Amelia, so why don't you come?"

I think about it for a bit.

"You could be my my date" he teases.

"Eww. But I'll only go because Amelia is going"

"Yay. On that note, I should go take a shower" he says.

"Yeah you should" I reply.

"Never tired of making snarky remarks huh?"

"How could I?" I gasp.

"See you later blondie" he says as he jumps down.

For someone that claims to hate practice...

"Whatever" I reply, as I watch him leave.

Once he's out of sight, the cold comes back, and I miss the warmth he brought with him.

I'm sure Amelia isn't hearing one word Jamal is saying. She's too busy telepathically telling me she told me so.

I do not come to watch Jay!

I decide it's a good time to leave, and conveniently enough for Amelia, she decides it's a good time to end her conversation with Jamal.

Bitch.

"Hey there Prada" she says resting her hand on my shoulder.

"Get off me" I beg, in vain I might add.

"Is that a blush I see?" She teases.

"I've been sitting in the cold for like 4 hours, what the fuck do you expect" I spit.

"Are you sure it's not because of your new crush"

"No. Fuck you Amelia"

"Whatever you say" she sings.

I hate this bitch sometimes.

After 30 minutes, I kid you not. Amelia decided to greet the entire school, we finally get to the hostels, and Amelia rushes inside.

"Now you want to go inside" I say.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Jay flirting with some girl I presume to be Alison.

I'm cold again.

Was I seriously blushing, because Jay called me pretty. Of course he'd say that, he's a flirt.

There is a pang in my chest, but I ignore it.

This is what I get for simping over a fuck boy.