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Chapter 6 - Butterflies

~Lewis's P.O.V~

I think I felt bad. I'm honestly not sure. I never really felt a connection between me or any of the group. Including Daisy. Honestly, I'm much happier hanging out with the more popular people. They seem to all really like me, especially Megan. Oh, Megan, she's pretty, clever, kind, with that cute face and the way she always hugs me. She's lovely. She's not like Daisy. Daisy's weird, sure, she's funny, sure, she's pretty cute. But she's just weird.

Me and Liam walked down the hallway, getting a few girls giving us dreamy looks. I love the attention. We walked into the libary, where Megan normally is. Of course, I saw her, her wavy light brown hair brought into two bunches that rested on her shoulders. Her light brown eyes that matched her hair colour brightened as she noticed me. She stood up from her book and ran over to me, a spring in her step, and hugged me. Without hesitation, I hugged back.
"I missed you Lewy!" She said, and I smiled. Honestly, I love her.

We sat down and my eyes immidiately landed on a sight I would never get out of my head. Daisy and Ben. Daisy had a short-sleeved white shirt on, revealing the cuts that lined her arms. They seemed recent. Honestly, I forgot about her depression, about her tendency to cut herself with that wood razor that we found one time at drama. She was crying, head on Ben's shoulder. Ben's face was an actual tomato. I don't know why I felt jealous, I had no feelings for her. Ah, she can go snog his face off for all I care! But I still felt jealous.

~Daisy's P.O.V~
I promised myself I wouldn't cut again. I thought I was getting better. Why did Lewis have to change? He's so different now. As in he doesn't give a damn about my feelings anymore, he's not that sweet boy that always stood up for me. At least I have Ben now, practically my only friend.
"Dais? Do you have a crush on Lewis?" His question startled me back into reality. I felt my heartbeat double and had to take a deep breath before I answered.
"Yeah..." ​​​​I sighed, and the butterflies returned. They were blue and pink, sadness and love.
"Thought so." I turned to him and his face was dusted with pink, his eyes dull, what happens when he's sad. I frowned. I know why he's sad. Why does he have to though? I don't want to deal with breaking somebody else's heart, though I think I already have.