I Love Him But I Can't (Scallison)

Its the English Teachers Fault

When I got to school on Monday, Scott was with Lydia at my locker. I had spent the weekend thinking about my situation and I decided that I only liked Scott as a friend. Sure he was practically perfect, but he was Lydia's. That one fact made him seem less desirable to me.

"Hey," I said.

Lydia hugs me and says "Scott told me about the pizzeria and I'm so glad you two had fun. The last thing I'd want is my best friend and boyfriend hating each other. I care about you both so much."

Scott kisses the side of her head and says "We care about you too." He hugs me quickly. "So, can we head to class now?"

"You're in a rush to get to class? Are you sick," Lydia asked with a giggle.

Scott chuckles and says "No, it's just that I'm missing last period History because practice is gonna take place. I don't wanna miss the other classes."

Lydia nods and kisses his cheek quickly before we start walking to our classes. Then English came and she decided she wanted us to work on Shakespeare with the drama class. Scott and I got partnered up and we were supposed to talk about how Shakespeare was a realistic writer.

"Well, he get the point across that not every story has a happy ending. Like Romeo and Juliet or Macbeth," I said.

Scott nods and says "Exactly. Macbeth got killed because of his insatiable hunger for power."

The Drama teacher calls us to the front of the room and she said something that could ruin everything.

"Ok. We're going to pretend you two are Romeo and Juliet. Kiss."

Scott looked at me and I turned to the teacher.

"What?"

"Kiss. Don't be shy you two. This is drama. It is an art. Just a quick kiss."

I could feel my heart pounding. It was like it was attempting to jump out of my chest. This couldn't happen. This could spark my feelings for him again. This could ruin everything. Lydia was here. She'd see the entire thing. I couldn't kiss him.

I turned to look at Scott and I was staring into his eyes. I wanted to kiss him. Just once. To see what it would be like. So I shrugged and Scott took a step closer to me. We leaned in slowly and we stopped when our lips were only an inch away from each others. I looked into his eyes and he closed the distance between us.

It was amazing. It's just like how they describe it in movies. I felt sparks everywhere. Everyone else in the room disappeared and it was just us. The kiss ended and we were staring at each other as the class applauded us for our 'acting' skills.

Lydia smiles and says "That must have been so awkward and weird. I should've offered to take your place Allison. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It was just a second."

"Alright. Well, I'll see you later I guess."

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When I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It was amazing. I wanted to do it again. Scott wouldn't though. He cared about Lydia. Even if they did get into a fight.

"Allison," my mom shouted. "Scott's here."

Scott? Scott was here? What could be wrong? I jogged down the stairs and saw Scott standing in the doorway. He was in his lacrosse uniform still.

"Hey," I said. "What's wrong?"

Scott shakes his head and says "Nothing. That's what's wrong."

"I don't understand."

Scott steps forward and cups my right cheek gently. He kisses me. Sparks going off in my head and I kissed him back, of course I did. He pulls away and shakes his head.

"That's what's wrong. Kissing you doesn't feel wrong, it's feels right, but it shouldn't feel that way because I'm with Lydia."

"So you felt it too?"

Scott chuckles and says "I couldn't stop thinking about it during practice. Coach shouted at me to get my head out of the clouds and onto the field."

"How'd that work out?"

"I ended up coming here. I just needed to see if you felt the sparks that I felt. I needed to know if I was just imagining it."

I shake my head and say "I felt it. You didn't imagine it."

"I don't know what we're gonna do."

"That makes two of us."

He looks into my eyes and says "I wanna kiss you again."

So he did. It was soft and sweet. The sparks were there and I couldn't think of anything better than kissing him. We could worry about what this means and what we're gonna do about it tomorrow. Tonight I just wanna keep kissing him. I want to pretend that I can kiss him like I'm doing right now. Everything else can wait till tomorrow.