Blake and Stella together given above/on the side! They look cute, don't they?
Song/s for this chapter -
Be Alright by Ariana Grande (or by Justin Bieber too. Both songs fit this chapter well. Your choice :) )Blue by ZAYN (definitely listen to this song while reading Blake's POV, given above :) )
Blake's POV
Why did I have to fuck up every and any chance I got with Stella?
She's the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. Nobody's perfect, but she is in my eyes. I liked her from the very first day we met. But of course, in her eyes, I was and still am the "friend" who'd help her with her boy problems. We were nothing but friends, whereas I always wished we could be more.
Knowing what she was going through, I don't even know why I kissed her. I was perfectly aware that she was going through a lot. All in the past two to three days. She's very strong, I don't even know how she handles some of the shit this school gives her.
It was perfectly justified how she pushed me away when I tried to kiss her ; Something I was meaning to do for a very long time. I don't even know why I thought she would actually kiss me back after what happened that night. Alex is a jerk. He had that one thing which I wish for every night, and he threw it away like nothing - Stella.
She didn't deserve anything from what she's going through, and it is partly my fault. My idiotic behavior towards her...ugh. I'm such an asshole.
She's like a very delicate object, she's fragile, but strong. But if too much force is applied, she just breaks down...after holding a lot inside of her.
She may have the impression of a badass, confident person, but only I knew how she really was. She hated when she didn't get enough ketchup on her burgers, or cheese on her lasagna. She absolutely loved pizza, especially the ones with extra cheese, and she absolutely loathed salads of any kind.
God, I was so whipped.
I didn't realize I was actually crying until a teardrop fell on my shirt. I looked down at the bracelet on my arm. The one Stella got me on Valentines Day. I still wear it to this day, it means so much to me. Stella lost the one I gave her after about two weeks. She apologized profusely and the only way I could calm her down was by telling her that it was okay and I'd buy her another one of the same kind.
But deep down, for me, it was not okay. It was the day I realized I would never mean more than just-friends to Stella. All my hopes came crashing down. She didn't like me the way I did. She never would. That bracelet meant nothing to her, expect a token of our friendship.
I ended up clutching the bracelet hard in my hands, and bawling my eyes out at the same time. I didn't care if anyone saw me, I had fucked up real big time here.
I didn't know anything at this moment. My mind was a mess. But one thing was for sure :
I was slowly, but surely, falling for a beautiful girl named Stella.
Stella's POV
I slowly make my way towards Blake, nervously thinking about what his reaction was going to be. He didn't know I was here, as he was looking down at the bracelet and crying. I had reacted too fast, and I had just walked away from there, which I shouldn't have.
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