I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

2. The day that started typical

My day probably doesn't vary too much from what you would expect.
After I wake up, I drink a kale smoothie, spend an hour getting ready and then head outside to where Evan is sitting in the drivers seat of his convertible. Evan is my boyfriend, quarterback, no less. Wow that sounds so bad, it's like my life is a movie. From an outsider's view, at least.

I love Evan. He always takes care of me, protects me. He's amazing and takes pride in his appearance too, which is why he's the perfect boyfriend. Was that ok? I often ask myself. Am I making him look good? The sentences about him being an amazing guy are exactly the kind of things he wants me to say, and I feel obliged to. Sometimes I just want to chill out and hang out with someone i'm totally head-over-heels for, but i'm not complaining.

Look, he's not a "bad guy", he's just, quite different once you get to know him, and different from what I had always pictured in my head when it came to my Prince Charming. Anyway, there are bigger issues in the world than my thoughts about my boyfriend.

I kiss him hello and he deepens it, pulling my head closer to him with both hands either side of my face. Despite what I said, butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I find myself twisting my hands in his hair while our lips are connected. That's when he pulls away, checking his perfectly positioned locks in his rear-view mirror before pulling away from the curb. The first anxious thought of the day pops into my head. He cares about his hair more than me.

This one thought leads to more, they flow into my brain one by one, faster, faster, a constant stream of negativity blocking my sub-conscious. He doesn't love you, never has. Leave him. Don't, it'll destroy your reputation. Who cares about your reputation, don't be so shallow. Oh god, I'm just a shallow, hollow person.

The car comes back into focus as I realize Evan had been talking for a while. He snaps his fingers in front of my face, "You alright, babe?" He asks with a slightly annoyed frown. "Fine," I lie, a smile plastered on my face as I looked out the window.

As we arrive at school I see my group of friends waiting by where Evan usually parks his car. There is an unspoken rule at our school that that parking space is reserved for footballers and their girlfriends. There is a group of about ten girls gathered around, right next to the football team. Two of which are my best friends. Stephanie, who has had more money spent on her mocha highlights in the past three years than most people will spend on their hair in a lifetime, and Patricia, short and extremely skinny, who is constantly wearing cropped tops to show off her stomach and navel piercing. I jump out and greet them, catching up on the party Steph was at last night while Evan is already making himself the center of attention within his gang.

Natalie (complete try hard, she's only just joined our group and is trying her very hardest to make sure she stays here) starts bragging about exactly what her and Jordan (Evan's best friend) got up to last night. I roll my eyes internally, my mind already drifting to what class I had first, science. Great. None of my friends are in my class, seeing as they're all terrible at science, and maths, come to think of it, and English, oh, don't forget French. Yeah, you would not want to hear one of them try to introduce themselves in French.

When we hear the loud ring that symbolizes the start of boredom, I sigh and sling my backpack over my shoulder, tossing my hair out of the way before doing so. I notice a couple of younger boys staring at me, mouths slightly agape. I can't help it, I smile at them, waggling my fingers a bit, and laugh as they blush and look at each other. "Ew, Milly, what the hell are you doing?!" Tabitha screeches, nudging every girl in reach to make sure they're listening. Now I think is the right time to introduce Tabitha; Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Her nose is slightly crooked but her dad won't let her get a nose job until she's 18. She whines about this all the time.