My GAY Crush~[ON HOLD]

02

•Chapter 2- ALONE•

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Sophie's POV:

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Belllll.

Oh darn. Lunch.

Lunch is always the best time in school for other people, but for us, Daniel and I, NO. NO, NO, NO.

This is the time when the popular kids bully the nerds and let you finish their homework or throw stuff on you like banana peels.

NO.

"Where's my Calculus paper?" Brad Anderson, the popular guy on school that everyone besides me swoons on, sits on the table I'm using.

"Move your smelly butt or I'll write everything wrong," Sometimes I can be tough, because I have my rights as a person. I paused for a second. "Or maybe, no. I won't answer these for you. I'm not your slave and neither is Danny! Step aside woman," I bend to pick up my things but my glasses fell out.

Great. I'm blind as a mother freaking bat.

"Where's my glasses?" I sighed.

I felt Brad staring at me.

"What are you doing? Help me find my glasses!" I shook Brad's arm that I thought it was Danny's.

"You're shaking the wrong dude Sophie!" Danny's voice was behind me.

"Hi Danny."

"Here." Danny gave me my glasses.
How nice.
How gentle.
How cute.
How sweet.
No wonder he's my wonderful gay crush.

I blushed but thankfully Danny didn't see it. He was busy giving Brad one nice glare. Brad is a jerk.

Then he faced me and smiled.

Belllll.
Thank Jesus, this was something new.

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Time passed very fast. The next thing I knew, it was dismissal.

"Daniel," I groaned.

"Why?" His voice sounded worried.

"Brad made me do his homework. I can't join Maegan's party," My eyes began to become blurry and tears came out of my eyes.

"Okay. Sophie, I'll help you in-"

"No Daniel, no. Go in the party, then tell me all about it. Live your life and be happy." I said and wiped my tears away, as if going to a party is a life and death situation.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup." I said popping the "p". I seriously needed Danny to experience being cool and stuff.

"But--"

"No. Nooo buts. Except the one God gave you." we both chuckled.

He gave me a tight squeeze. I buried my face to his chest, smelling his cologne.

I hope he feels the same way as me.

I like him. A lot.

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To be continued...

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Heyyyy.

Another short chapter. :)