Unprecedented

Flashback

AN: I am updating twice in one day because my friend is forcing me to. Shout out to the real life Hannah. Also, some of the events in this book are based off of real experience.

Wyatt's POV

I watch as Riley exits the classroom, her medium length wavey brown hair swaying against her back.

"Dude," my friend Ryan says, knocking me out of my trance. "This is your shot. You've liked her since 9th grade. Make your move already."

*Flashback to ninth grade

It's all school chapel, first one of upper school. I sit down in the row of my advisory, next to my friends, which is one pew behind where her advisory sits.

As the bench fills up, I see her walk in, wearing a short, long sleeve, black dress with red roses. By then, her row is full, forcing her to sit somewhere else.

She sits in the row in front of her advisory, but moves after realizing it's not their row. The closest open seat is in my row, right next to me. I watch as the realization hits her, a blush quickly overcoming her features.

I watch as she sits down, as close to the edge of the pew that the cushion allows.

I'm captivated as I watch her nervously fidget with her watch, slowly buckling it and unbuckling it. As we stand, I notice how she moves the slightest bit closer to me.

The entire time we are standing, I'm hyper focused on her movements. The way her hands move, slowly wringing her fingers, cracking her knuckles until they can't be cracked anymore, yet still trying to crack them more.

I can only watch as she does this, forcing myself to grab the pew in front of me in order to stop myself from grabbing her small hands in mine before she hurts herself.

Finally, we sit. She stops fidgeting with her fingers, moving on instead to her necklace, removing it from her neck and tangling the chain just to untangle it.

Chapel is almost over at this point. The slides change to show the lyrics of the schools Alma mater. When we sing the Alma mater, everyone puts their arms around the people next to them.

As everyone stands, I notice that the distance is more apparent. In the split second, I loop my arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer to me.

I crouch down a bit in order to comfortably do that with a nine inch height difference. I feel her arm go around my back, slightly clutching my blazer in her hands. A blush over takes her features as we sing, slowly fading to the tips of her ears.

Her friend in front of us turns around, and seeing my arm around her, gestures to her other friend, causing both to turn around. I give them a slight smile, just wanting to savor this moment.

All too soon. The song is over. As our grade is dismissed and I see her leave the pew to catch up to her friends, I realize one thing.

I am in love with Riley Johnson.