He's A Long Shot.

Chapter 2

*Flashback*
      Adelade and her best friend Peyton sat there staring in awe at Wes. "Hey, Peyton?" Adelade said sheepishly. "Hm?" Peyton replied in a dreamy state. "It's obvious we both like him....." Adelade sighed. Peyton, now giving her full attention, sighed as well. "Why is this so hard...." Peyton all but sobbed. "I don't know...." Replied Adelade sadly.

       They looked into each others eyes. "Let's make a deal." Adelade said almost happily but not quite. "A deal?" Questions Peyton. "Yeah. Let's both agree that NEITHER of us get Wes, never ever. No matter if he makes a move on you or me, never will we ever date him or anything beyond friends. It'd.... Be too... Heartbreaking to the other person. Sound good?" Adelade offered.

      Peyton grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan. I'd rather have my nest friend than any other guy in this whooooole universe." She exaggerated. Adelade and her laughed. "GIRLS!" Screamed coach Caraway. "Back on the court and PLAY!"
*End of Flashback*

*Peyton's POV*
"Adelade! Adelade!" I rush over to my best friend. She has a look on her face that tells me she's not happy. She just turns the other way. "ADELADE!"
"What do you want, Peyton?" she snarls. Man, she is really upset. What did I even do?
"I wanted to tell you something, but it looks like you have some explaining to do. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she says, monotonously.
"Addy, I can't read your mind. Again, what's wrong? You're not yourself," I plead. Yesterday was such an amazing day, but something happened, and when I try to help, she won't tell me! Today is supposed to be a good day. It's the day after State Finals. WE WON! WHAT IS HER DEAL?! Next we have Championships. We need to get this figured out.
"Nothing, Peyton, it's fine."
I see her shoot a glare over my shoulder. Then I feel someone's arms wrap around me from behind. A familiar scent of cologne and a smell that can only be described as Wes hits my nose. "Hey," he says. Adelade shoots me a glare that if looks could kill, I'd be dead. I try not to let it phase me.
"Hey," I say. He lets go with one arm, situating himself so that he has an arm around my waist.
"You played awesome last night!" he exclaims.
"Aw, thanks. But not really, I messed up a play, got called for double dribble, and I only made ten points." Okay, the last part wasn't bad, but I usually score higher. The double dribble was from being so nervous. The messed up play being because I double dribbled.
"You're an overachiever, Peyton White, you know that?" he says. He gives me one of his perfect smiles. Suddenly, I feel like everyone is watching us. Why? I ask myself. The logical part of my brain says,"because he is a legend around here, why else, you dummy!"
I nod, blushing. Yes, I am an overachiever if I do say so myself.
He walks me to my first hour class. Math. Ugh. Mrs. Klevey is the worst. At least I get to be with Wes for this period.
"I have something for you," he says.
"What would that be?"
"A kiss."
"You only just asked me to the Fall Fling, Wes. Don't you think it's a little early for that?"
"I meant a Hershey's kiss, Peyton. I know they're your favorite," he says.
Now I feel dumb. I turn very red. Like a stop sign. "Oh..."
"Yeah..." I can see he's blushing a little too. It's not a bright red like how my face is, it's more of a soft pink tinge to his perfect face. He pulls out a brand new bag of Hershey's Milk Chocolate Kisses and hands it to me.
"Thank you!" I love my chocolate! I give him a hug, and we go into Mrs. Klevey's eternal first hour class.

*Adelades POV*

   Peyton calls my name innocently. The lightness in her tone makes me cringe. She makes comments about how she can't read my mind. Wes comes. He hugs her from behind. This is too painful. I give Peyton the worst glare I could give, granted the fact that my eyes were burning, prickling with heavy tears. No. My brain tells my body. Not today. I'm Adelade. I'm strong. I can do this. I have to try.

    I walk into Mr. Johnson's room and take my seat. I take notes obediently, ignoring the looks I was getting from Nate. After we were dismissed I took a deep breath. Here we go. I smile, a fake one sure, but I'm trying. Nate can't tell. "Hey babe!" He called. "Did you hear that Weston and Peyton got together." I had to try even harder to smile. "Y-yeah!" I stutter slightly but pick myself back up before my voice breaks.

    Nate gave me a puzzled look. "Are you oka-" he started but I was sick of being asked that. "I'm FINE nate leave it alone." Hurt shown in his large, green puppy dog eyes. "O-okay....." His voice wobbled slightly. I immediately felt bad. It isn't his fault.

     I dove into his arms. "Life's stressing me out, love. I'm so sorry. I-I-I...." I couldn't get the words out. He hugged me and stroked my hair and shushed me. He held me like if he let go we would both crumble and break.
    He smelled strongly of the woods. Makes sense, taken he likes to take long walks there. I chuckled and pulled a twig off of him, bopping his nose with it and flicking it into the ground. He smiled sheepishly.

     "Can we go out after school today?" He asked as he continued petting my hair. "Mhm.." I murmered dazedly. By going out, he didn't mean to dinner or something like that. He always takes me to this river that I called pretty on our first walk out there.

      He grabbed my hand and walked me to my reading class. I sat quietly and patiently, feeling contented momentarily. Then I saw Peyton. The ONE class we have together. Really? REALLY?! I don't even spare her a glance the whole hour. I talk to Ruth, an older friend of mine that I kind of forgot about. She was nice. That's the problem though. She's TOO nice.

     I wander around trying to fund Nate and walk to lunch wih him. He finds me first and hands me a note. "Roses are red. I'm bad poems. I love you." I tinged pink again and laughed, kissing him on the cheek. He burned red with embarrassment but his perfect green eyes told me he knew I loved it. We walked to class together, talking crap about our teachers and making jokes about politics.

     I sit by Peyton at lunch. Shit. I grab my lunch and pause, wondering if I should brave it or leave. A pair of arms slide around my waste and whisper "Let's go outside, love." I put my hands on his and walked outside. We ate our lunches while he made me laugh with terrible knock knock jokes.

     Red with laughter, I smile at him. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen...." He said, staring at me the way that I had to Wes in seventh grade.

      The realization of how much I meant to him was like a slap in the face. He loved me with all his heart... When part of mine was someone else's. He had his fair share, yeah. But he deserves all of me. Or someone that can give him all of them.

       "You okay, love? You look scared." I snapped quickly out of my haze and smiled at him. "Yep!" I looked at my phone. 8 messages from Peyton. It was 1:57.. 1:57???!??!! "NATE IT'S ONE FIFTY SEVEN WE NEED TO GO!" I all but screamed. "Shit!" He called. I hopped on his back and he took off like a horse. We ran to our maths class and pantingly took our seats just as he started to write on the chalk board. Phew.