I'm Acacia, Acacia Watson.
I'm a Sophomore in West High and I have long brown hair. I can say that I have nice body, not too thin, not too fat, it's just right. I'm tall for my age. I'm 15 years young.
Not to brag or anything, but almost most of the boys in my school, is all over me. I mean, seriously.
But, I have a Boyfriend. His name is Sam, Sam Bateman. He is a loving boyfriend. He is anything, any girls would ever want. He is perfect. He's 15 too.
That's why I can't believe it all ended. And it's all my fault.
It all started one morning,
"Acacia! Breakfast!" Called my mom from the dining room.
"Coming!" I yelled from my room while I was combing my hair.
Then, my phone rang, it was a message from Sam's best friend, Kian.
"Acacia, hey, wanna have coffee after school?" - Kian
I blushed.
Why?
Because, I have a crush on Kian. I've always liked him, no, loved him. And why am I in a relationship with his best friend, you ask?
I became friends with Sam and then I met Kian. I became close with Kian because of Sam. I need Sam to get Kian.
All in all, I'm using my boyfriend to get his best friend.
I don't love Sam, I just need him.
I replied to Kian's message,
"Sure, I'll see you later." - Acacia
After school, I went to meet with Kian. Sam didn't come to school today, he texted me that he had an appointment with the dentist or something. Probably just hitting other girls. I don't know or care, at all. Once I get Kian, I so done with Sam.
I went to Starbucks straight after school. I saw Kian's car. I know right? He's 16 and he drives! Isn't it awesome?
I went in and saw Kian sitting at the corner.
"Hey there. " I greeted him.
"Oh hey! Glad you could make it." He stood up and gave me a hug.
I blushed.
A LOT.
He was a gentleman and pulled the chair for me and I sat down.
"So, what's up?" I'm really kinda nervous. I don't know why. What do I know exactly? I don't know where my boyfriend is, not like I care. Or do I? But he usually tells me the truth. I don't even know what I did to deserve a guy like him. I feel guilty doing this, being here with his BEST FRIEND. I didn't tell him about this. I replied to his message earlier just saying,
"Ok, sure."
What kind of girlfriend am I?!
All these running in my head. What even?
Why do I feel guilty? Why now? Why when I'm with Kian?
"I just wanted to tell you something." Kian said while holding my hands.
"No Kian, I have something to say." I said. I held his hands and looked him in the eye.
"What is it?" He said and smiled.
"I like you. I always did. Ever since I met you. I love you." I told him directly to his face.
"ACACIA!"
Someone called me from behind.
IT WAS SAM.
Oh. My. Gosh.
"SAM? It's not what it is! I can explain." I said while standing from my chair and spilled Kian's coffee.
"Oh no, I heard you perfectly." He yelled at me. Causing people to look at us.
"I asked Kian to ask you to come here because I wanted to surprise you. I got you tickets for your favorite band. I didn't went to the dentist I went downtown to get the tickets and back stage passes. I know you wanted to see them so badly. And I wanted to tell you that I have my own car now. But I didn't know I'm the one who would be surprised!" Sam yelled it to me. He was so angry. Full of anger and jealousy.
My tears rolled down my face.
"Sam. I'm so sorry." I said crying.
"Acacia. How could you? I have a girlfriend. You know that! I love my girlfriend. And I don't feel the same way about you. I'll never will. You used my best friend." Kian said to me while pointing his fingers in my face.
"I'm so sorry guys. I really am. I swear!" I said crying.
"It's too late for that." Sam said.
Kian and Sam went out of Starbucks and into their car and left.
I guess that's the end of it.
I sat on a chair and started crying my eyes out.
Not everyone has a happy ending.
The End.
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