*Williams POV*
When I got to school I said goodbye to Mary and went over to say hello to Julia. "Hey, babe," I whispered into her ear. She turned around quickly and smacked me with her hair. "Ouch," I said while rubbing my cheek. "OhMyGosh! So sorry, hun," she squealed and kissed the spot that her hair touched. I cringed at her touch. Why am I with this girl? I don't even like her. I've tried breaking up with her. Trust me, I have. But she always ends up crying, making me feel bad. She cries way too much. On the bright side, she's great in bed.
"So, what are you doing today?" she asked. "I don't know. I might chill at home. Maybe go over to Mary's." I said casually. "Why do you always hang out with her!?" she spat. Why does she seem annoyed. Mary is just my neighbor. I hang out with her, she hangs out with me. "Because she is my best friend and she lives pretty close, unlike you, who lives halfway across the city. It's not like I have a car to drive to your house. I might be sixteen but I haven't even thought about taking driving lessons." I practically yelled. She scoffed and walked away with her whore friends.
*Mary's POV*
As I walked in the class, the first thing I saw was two of my best friends jumping up and down. I went over to my desk, put my books away and walked over to Camille and Caroline to see what's all this commotion. "What's going on here?" I giggled. "We are just talking about who would make cute couples."
"Yeah like who?" I asked. "Like you and William.." Caroline whispered.
"WHAT?!?! NO! He's my best friend, guys." I yelled. "Don't even deny it, Mary. You told us that he said he liked you! You guys would make a perfect couple. Since kindergarten you were friends. It always happends. You will get married and have wonderful little babies!" Camille screeched and squealed. "THIS IS NOT A STORY BOOK GUYS! IT'S REAL LIFE. GO GET A REALITY CHECK BECAUSE THIS IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!"
"Shhh!" Calm down! We are not forcing you to marry him. It"s just a tip. When you are looking for a nice cute guy in five years you will know who call. Come on! Don't you find him the least bit attractive?" Caroline added."Well, yeah but he just isn't for me you know. He has a girlfriend. A very pretty girlfriend. With pretty blond hair. And pretty eyes, and-"
"Don't put yourself down! You are so much more prettier than her! You know if you told him you liked him too, I'm sure he would dump her," Camille winked.
"But seriously guys, let's not talk about this anymore, ok?" I pleaded
"No promises," Caroline replied
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Five Years
Teen FictionI started to look around his room. An average teenage boy room. Posters of Megan Fox and pictures of him and his girlfriend. Girlfriend. I remember in the fourth grade my friend, Karen, told me that he said he liked me. He was probably confused, he...
