Scott Above
*The next few chapters may not make sense as I am currently in the process of editing this entire story and changing a few gaps and weird things in the story line so please bare with me*
Trystan's P.O.V
Ariana was talking about a party tonight and how November, Alice, Gabbie, Hayley and herself are going to it.
November is coming over straight after school with Ariana and the other girls are meeting them here.
For some strange reason, I don't want any guy to look at November. It makes me want to punch them, which I have no idea why I would feel that.
Do I like November?
No
I can't
It's just not something I am capable of
I barely even know the girl
Scott, Liam, Jake, Cameron and I were sitting at the party talking to each other. These guys have been my best friends since primary school and I trust them all with my life.
We have all been through thick and thin together.
I start to lose interest in the conversation and look towards the front door and I see November, Ariana, Alice and Hayley walk into the house.
Wow
Just
Wow
The one that stood out to me the most was...
November
She looked absolutely beautiful in that dress, even if it was my sister's
She looks so beautiful, I just wanted to go up to her and kiss her so every guy in this room knows that she is mine.
But I don't
Damn, maybe I do like November. I normally just sleep with girls and never talk to them again, but something is different about November.
She has a secret, I can tell
I will find out what it is
It can't be that bad
Right?
I look around the room to see all of the guys looking at November
Oh no
Not happening
I wanted to scold them and tell them to look somewhere else
But she isn't my girlfriend or anything
So why do I care?
I do care
F**k
I am going to get you November, watch out...
I see the girls walk into the kitchen to grab a drink and I couldn't help it, I stood right behind November
I craved to be close to her
I needed to be with all of these guys looking at her
I guess she could tell that someone was behind her since she turned around and looked at me. Her large chocolate eyes met mine and for some reason, she looked nervous and sad.
Probably about Brittany and myself, but that was just my daily fling. I couldn't help but feel bad and upset that she saw that and I had a weird urge to make it up to her
No
I don't need to
Why do I care?
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Ficção Adolescente18-year-old November Adams has been through hell over the past 12 years. When she was 6, her sister and mother died in a car accident. November and her dad were home when it happened. November had felt sick so her dad stayed home while her mum and R...