Confession Full of Flowers

lover-boy ᯓ lover-girl (I)

DATE: 2/9 —- SIX DAYS BEFORE VALENTINES

POV: CADAN VANGIN

PART I: "lover-boy"

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          Sometimes, when I fall asleep, there's a familiar and beautiful girl greeting me. Jet black hair with blue streaks running wildly through her hair. Captivating emerald eyes. A dark short-sleeve shirt matching her hair. Brown cargo pants. And a shining silver star necklace that complimented this girl generously.

But this isn't just a vivid or noticeable figure. It's the face and figure of the girl I'm in love with.

Lace Hensler. Even her name is pretty.

She's pretty.

Very pretty.

Scratch that. She's gorgeous.

Ever since highschool started, I was immediately infatuated with her. I think she kinda hates me, but she's probably just playing around (I hope). I know I'm stupid for loving her, but I literally can't stop letting her consume my thoughts, she's too beautiful. That ponytail she always ties her hair in? Stunning. Her blue streaks? Breathtaking. Her bangs? Even better.

She's a good-looking girl, to say the least.

God, I feel so stupid. But I cant help myself.

Now that I think about it, she's probably saying I should 'go to hell' and that I'm, 'an annoying prick' because she's just playful. Maybe it's her love language. Right?

Nonetheless, my favorite thing is when she—-

"Cadan? Yo, Cadan!"

Huh? Who's whispering to me?

Shit. Im in sixth period.

Lifting my head, with my eyes refocusing, I see Tristan, an old friend of mine. We for sure go way back, but we aren't as close as we used to be. He's still decent, though. In some ways.

"You should stop sleeping in class." Tristan informs smugly, which I find irritating. He smirks at his so-called 'wit'.

"Whats it to you?" I retorted, leaning back in my chair and resting my head against the wall.

He scoffs, crossing his arms. "No wonder you have an F in this class." He sighs, but I can see it's not of concern. "Maybe you should try harder, Cadan."

"Get off my back, dude. What do you want?" I asked. Im just trying to think about Lace.

An evil smirk appears on his face. Definitely not good. But at this point, im not listening to him, because im biting the end of my pen and zoning out.

"...It's about Lace."

Forget what I said. Im listening.

Dropping my pen on my notebook almost immediately, I turn my head to him. "What about her?" I respond coldly, trying to hide the blush creeping on my cheeks as I begin to look away.

"Five bucks if you wanna hear."

I scowl. If this was Lace directly asking me for money, I'd give her my whole wallet without hesitation. But this is a guy who I've grown up with, and I know he can be scummy at times. When he notices my angered expression, he laughs.

"What? Savin' that money for your guys wedding?" He jokes. He's definitely not wrong, though."Im just playin', anyway. But I do have a recommendation." He trails off, before stating something dumb.