My Best friend's Boyfriend

Stereotypical Jock

I liked to sit at my window and play the guitar.

Of course, I got the occasional sightings of Chrissy Whitlock reading, but that was a bonus. It was always a sight for sore eyes to see her blush and close her curtains when she saw me. Sometimes, it was just fascinating to watch her read. But that is just me being a creep.

Anyway, one day, when I was playing the guitar, I spotted Chrissy with a boy over. It was a rare sighting—Chrissy is the most awkward cheerleader I know. The boy had black hair and was Korean. They were sitting and talking when the boy leaned in for a kiss. Chrissy slapped him and kicked him out. It was a bit harsh, but that had me pondering: Has Chrissy ever kissed anyone? Probably not.

But I did not like Chrissy Whitlock, of course! I had the most wonderful girlfriend—Bianca Beauregard, the most beautiful girl in the world. Brown hair, brown eyes, the package—and, of course, the most popular girl in school.

Bianca and I were made for each other. Head cheerleader and school's heartthrob- also a jock. Made for each other. I had to admit- I did not think we were soulmates. She did not like the same things I like- horror movies, books. But it's okay because she was smoking hot and fun to hang with.

Chrissy has lived next door for as long as I can remember. When we were kids, me and my friends would play harmless pranks on her, but she would get way too pissed and snitch on us to our moms. But she was pretty fun. To that day, I still found it amusing to play little pranks on her. Her reactions were always hilarious.

One morning, I was just on my way to school when I spotted Chrissy walking toward the bus stop. I was bored, so I pulled over and rolled down the window.

"Need a ride?" I asked her. She turned around and took out her headphones. Her face lit up.

"Really?" She smiled slightly.

I tried my best not the laugh. "Yeah! Get in!" I told her.

She grinned and started walking toward my car but stopped short. "What's in it for you?" She asked me, raising an eyebrow. Oh crap, I thought she knew my plan.

I played it cool and said: "Do I need to have malicious intentions for everything I do?"

"Yes," Chrissy said immediately. I rolled my eyes.

I scoffed. "Okay then, suit yourself." I get ready to drive of when...

"Wait!" Chrissy called out.

I grinned innocently and unlocked the car doors. "Get in."

"Thanks." Chrissy walked over to my car door and was about to open the door, but I drove 5 metres ahead.

"Oops! My hand slipped." I said, trying to resist a smile.

Chrissy walked over, not noticing my evil plan. I drove 5 metres ahead again.

"Are you serious right now, Ellison?" Chrissy asked, angry. "Are you going to give me a ride or not? Don't make me miss my bus!"

I bursted out laughing and pointed at the bus at the bus stop. Chrissy let out a little squeal and started running towards the bus. I kept laughing as I watched Chrissy sigh as the bus drove away. She turned to me and gave me a dirty look.

I drove off and made sure to flash her my best grin.

When I reached school, I immediately spotted Bianca talking to her cheerleader friends. Her back was turned to me, so I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She giggled and leaned against me.