My crush on the cheerleader (edited)

Chapter thirty three

April and I held hands as we walked along town. We went into a little coffee shop that is on the corner of the street.

As we walk in it's somehow cosy yet open. There are quite a few windows surrounding the place and a rustic kind of look for the tables and decor. We sat down at the table by the window that looks out to the ongoing street that has a crowd of people milling along with their day.

"I'll get an order, what would you like?" April asked with a bright smile.

"I'd like an iced latte please," I replied with a slight grin.

***

April came back to the table with our drinks and set them down.

"Thanks," I mumbled while taking a sip of the beautiful drink.

"You're welcome," she responded with another smile.

My finger traced along the rim of the cup as I thought of what to say. I didn't think it'd be this hard. After all, we've been friends for years.

"So how's life?" I questioned awkwardly.

"Okay I guess although I really liked Gareth," she whispered the last part looking down sadly.

I looked at her from across the table and took her hand in mine.

"I loved Blair but we have to move on and this could be the perfect way," I replied with a smile as she looked up at me gazing into my eyes.

"I guess you're right," she responded, nodding her head slightly with a shy smile.

***

The conversation went smoothly from then on talking about random things like school and what we've been doing lately. Although I decided not to tell her that I'm being stalked and Marcus found out and told the police. After all I wanted this date to go well, or I tried to convince myself I did. I know I have to get over Blair, it's unfair for her to go around kissing someone else.

We collected our things and walked out the door. Suddenly I bashed into someone.

"Sorry," I said, then raised my head to see who it was.

Blair looked back at me with pain and tears welled in her green eyes. Her platinum blonde hair is nearly pulled away from her face displaying how tired she is that not even makeup could cover. Her bags under her eyes looked worse than ever and I can't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me.

"It's okay," she replied, looking at her friends who are giving her piercing looks. Her 'friends' are always bitchy when they see me and I guess that hasn't changed now Blair and I have broken up.

"Let's go," April said, taking my hand and walking away.

I looked back over my shoulder at the girl I used to trust so much. She looked at me wiping an escaped tear with her hand.

"Come on!" I heard her friends hiss dragging her along in the other direction.

***

April and I got to my house. Thinking about needing to move on from Blair I pulled April forward entwining both our hands together. My arms wrapped around her waist as I placed my lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me even closer. Her lips do not feel like Blair's. She doesn't have the same sparks that I feel when I'm with Blair. This feels weird but I need to try and forget about her. I'm kissing April. She felt too different, like we didn't quite fit.

We pulled away from each other looking at her. I thought, what if this is actually the right thing to do?