You walked down the hall with Allie Beverly (My OC) and met up at Tyler's locker. Roach, Kevin, and Shope were there.
"Where's Tyler?" Allie asked, standing beside Kevin, who liked her.
"Trying to talk to Amy Anderson, his long-time crush." Shope filled you in. You gasped. Tyler could make a fool of himself!
Quickly, you ran up to him. "Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N)." He said uneasily. "Hey, (Y/N)." Amy greeted you. "So what were you guys talking about?" You asked them, trying not to feel jealous of Amy, who you felt was a thousand times prettier than you were.
"Stuff." Tyler answered.
"Seems. Interesting." You answered oddly.
"I have to get to--" You pushed Tyler on Amy, as a quick surge of jealousy flashed through your body.
"If you like her so much, WHY DON'T YOU MARRY HER?!" You spat, running down the hall. Tyler was just being a dork in front of her, but you still felt jealous.
*Timeskip brought to you by blue battleball*
You were sitting in the bathroom, crying. Everyone told you you had serious jealousy issues, and you believed their sick words.
"(Y/N)? Hello, (F/N) (M/N) (L/N)?"
Allie, being a good friend, was checking up on you. Suddenly, she slid under to your stall.
"You okay, Miss Lover?" She asked you.
"Oh jeez, I blew it." You answered.
"I think Tyler will forgive you. He blushed so hard! His face was a tomato!" Allie laughed and snorted.
"What did he say?" You asked her.
"He barely said anything! Amy helped him up and asked to study with him in the library after school! He babbled 'yes' as she walked down the hall." Allie answered.
"Lets go." she added, helping you up.
