Adison & Oliver

I saw her

Love is a word that describes a spark between two people. Love could be anything from; love at first sight, secret love, dangerous love, and all sorts of things. It wasn't like that for me. I thought it was and I always will but it never seems that way.

I'm in year 7. I'm 13 along with my best friends Jackson, Noah and Jacob. Noah is 14 but the rest are 13. We've been together since 'first steps' a baby's kindergarten more like my prison. I'm Oliver and I'm nothing much. My life was great. I'm in the football squad and I play tennis I get good grades. Well, I'm not much. I'm not popular, no I'm not but I'm not a total nobody. I didn't know about love and I never intended to. When I was small with my friends it was always different. Boys would stay away from girls and girls would stay away from boys. It was like a disease and a war against the two genders. It started in 6th grade. Some boys like my friends, who I say are incredibly popular stared dating. Noah with Alessia. Jake and zara and so on. A girl in one man's life changes everything. His time with friends and family. His attitude and especially sports. They skip matches and games. They don't go out and have fun and they also don't play any more video games.

"Suck up, dude! Grow up its time to be more mature!" Jackson said. I remember him saying that yesterday. "Why!? All you care about is Alice! You don't go out with your friends anymore! What happen to you, man?!" I replied. Which wasn't a good idea. "Have you seen that none of our friends are going out anymore. We all grew up and stared a new chapter! You should too!" he said and I saw him cross his arms and the anger in his eyes made me uncomfortable. I didn't like what he said. I turned around too. It felt like us 4 years ago and saying were not friends any more. He was right. I should grow up. Which was a mistake.

This all leads up to today. It was stormy and we were in geography class. My desk was next to the window, next to Addison. Raindrops splashed onto the glass of the window. I followed one drop with my eye. It steered down the glass. It made me sad but I was already.

I wasn't paying one bit of attention. "So, you understand?" I lift my head up to find my teacher in front of me and all students staring at me. "Yes, uh...uh. yeah miss!" I sounded amused, which gave her a shock. "Okay, then why isn't your book open yet! Page 29 Oliver and if you fail your grades it's not my problem sweet pea! " she said.

"Kinda is!" Addison whispered. "Sorry, what?" I replied. "You know the teacher. Nevermind." She said back. We both whispered. I turned to face her. This was when it happened. I never looked at Addison before. She was like one of those ordinary girly girls. I never realised. She's the most beautiful girl in school. She's actually the most beautiful girl in the world. I felt something. I don't know what it was but I felt happy. We talked for a while about what we were supposed to do. She's so funny and nice. I never knew her. No, I don't like her. I don't, I won't, I can't. I don't like her and that's fact. I won't love any girl and I never will. Just then I wanted the class to be over. So I fiddled a pencil and ignored her but I was always tempted to reply back. I turned and faced the stormy sky and just day dreamed until the class ended.

Bell rang and the students all got up quick. The class turned from graveyard to busy city. I got up and swung my bag around my back. One shoulder only and then scampered off. I turned around too see Addison packing her bag. Then I heard a bang. Her bag ripped open and all her books fell out, I knew she was going to be late and she will get in trouble. I turned to help her. Oliver what are you doing, helping a girl. I thought and paused then turned around and walked through the door. I could just imagine how I would've felt if I was Addison, but I don't like her. I think.

The following week was test week. Yeah, that time of the year when you destroy your brain. I checked my phone, a message from Jackson;
*hey, dude srry I was being mean 2 u, don't know what happened these last few days. Forgive?*
*yeah, just felt left out.* I replied. Why did I forgive him. I don't like him any more. He's mean and I won't be his friend.
I don't know.
It's hard.
I can't stand life.
And then I thought about Addison. Why the hell am I thinking about her. She doesn't mean anything to me. I don't love her what's wrong with me.

The next few days were weird. I died to get into a team with her. I always felt happy when she sat next to me. I don't like her. What's happening. I don't love anyone. Love is pointless, I kept telling myself. I just couldn't stop looking at the beautiful angel sitting at the desk next to me. But what was I thinking. If I would actually ever like her. I would just embarrass myself. She wouldn't like me and my life will be ruined. Wait that's out of the question,I don't like her. If I didn't like her why do I try my best to stay close to her.

"Hey, you have a pencil?". I looked up. Addison was looking at me. I realised she was the one who asked me. "Uh..uh wait..uh!" I stumbled. What's wrong with me. Why can't I talk. It was like my tongue was being held and I struggled to talk. She glared at me. That made it worst. Now I was sweating and I was playing with my colar. Common Oliver you can do it. Why was it so hard? "Yea sure!" Finally something came out. I reached into my pencil case. Still staring at her. I felt around for the pencil. I felt something and pulled it out. I handed it to her. My hand was barely touching hers. It felt like the world was collapsing. I dropped the pencil. Shit! Messed up! I picked up from the ground. She giggled. She seemed so casual. I felt and knew then. There was something I felt about her. I couldn't explain it. I don't know why. What did I feel. Once I handed her the pencil I turned and pretended nothing happened then I continued my work. Why was handing someone a pencil so hard.

Next thing I knew. Addison was asking me questions, as in; what did you put for this? And this? I didn't refuse answering. This time I did and without blanking out. We were having a conversation. We were hushed by the teacher a few times. From talking about work ended up to talking about our siblings. Her sister Maria was in the same class as Kayla my sister. I acted casual and all worked out. No stress. I actually had fun.

Bell rang we packed our bags and walker out TOGETHER. I saw Jackson near the basketball field starring at me. He started smiling. As in a message. A message saying. *u like her don't ya* but I didn't. We were friends and I wanted it that way. A few days ago Jackson had a fight with his girlfriend. I know he's feeling very sad and annoyed. I felt bad. He became very depressed. I think he's over it already but he still thinks of her.

"Hey Oliver." Addison said. "Yea Addison?" I replied. "Call me Addy, I mean that's what my friends call me." So that means I'm her FRIEND. I felt so happy inside. I don't know how to express how I feel now. She smiled, "Hey we should keep in touch, your number?" She asked me......she asked me for my number. She actually asked me for my number. I could scream right now. That is if this didn't happen. "Hey Addy!" A deep voice called from behind. I knew it was Liam. Only the most popular. I don't know if he saw me but he just walked right through me, leaving me on the floor and Addy staring at me. I felt a sudden hate. More like jelousy. But I don't like her. Why am I feeling this way. She just finished writing her number. Before I knew it she was talking with Liam and walking away. The piece of paper slipped from her glowing and gentle hands. Her number. I reached out to grab it. I looked at it for awhile and stuffed it in my bag. I picked myself up and dusted my pants. I sighed and walked away. Not her. You're no match for Liam. I went looking for Jackson.

"You like her, don't yeah!" He said. I smiled I don't know what to say. He shied me on the shoulder we both giggled. I don't think I'm mad at him any more. After what he's going through I feel bad. We walked to class together

I sat in my bed that night. Thinking. I stared at the ceiling. A damp white ceiling. The light flickered. I heard my parents yelling downstairs. They've been having problems and I'm not supposed to know. I couldn't sleep. Addison ran through my head. I like Addison , she's so nice! And I realised I love her. I love her with all my heart. *Buzz*. My phone switched on. I checked my notification. Four messages:
Jackson, Dad(2), Emma, Addy.
I didn't care to check any of them. Then I saw Addy's name. I snatched my phone and opened the lock screen. *hey* she said. *hi* I wrote back. I stumbled. I stared at her name on my screen for minutes. *Addy is typing*. I glared at the screen and smiled. I waited impatiently. Suddenly she went offline. I got annoyed. I was falling asleep. I felt my phone slip out of my hand. My eyes close and I fell asleep. I woke up, it was 1:29. My phone in my hand. I quickly put it back on the charger. Before that I checked my notification. Nothing. Addy didn't say anything. She doesn't love me. I know that. I didn't feel like giving up. I rolled over. I looked at my book cupboard. I closed my eyes. I went to sleep.