My heart aches. It aches badly. I know I shouldn't be so affected by some stupid words. But if that came from anyone else, I couldn't give two shits. But if it's coming from Y/N, give all the shits in the world, okay? You know why? Because I love her.
Yes. I love her. How typical of me to fall in love with a person I can never have. We've been best friends since we were kids. I fell in love with her from the moment I first saw her. She was so beautiful. I know it's so cliché that I love my best friend. Well, kinda ex-best friend now. I hate calling her that. But, it kinda is what it is now.
Your POV
You throw your phone into the pile of pillows you have at the corner of your room and scream into your duvet. You let all your anger out as you try to calm down.
Harry has always done this. He's always tried to prevent you from getting a boyfriend. Once time in middle school, a guy asked you out and Harry wrote a letter to him saying no, pretending to be you. I know right? That's just crossing the line!
You get so annoyed whenever he does that. But now, you're doing something about it. You're not going to let him get in the way of this. You've been waiting for this moment for 3 years. 3 whole years. Nothing is going to stop you know.
You dash to your closet and start rummaging through all of your clothes until you find something cute to wear tomorrow. You strip down and slip on a silk, black, flowy dress. You admire yourself in the mirror before dumping everything back into your closet and hanging your dress on the doorknob.
You pack all your school stuff away before getting ready for bed. You can't stop thinking about Sam and what happened today. You're so excited for your little date with him, you'd be lucky if you get any sleep tonight.
—
You grab all your books for the day out of your locker and shove some of them into your bag. Your locker suddenly closes, starling you. "Did I scare you?" You hear the voice you've always loved to hear. "Well, yes. A little." You say as you neaten your shirt. "Excited for tonight?" Sam asks you. "Yeah! Of course I am!" You respond, avoiding eye contact with him. "Come on love, look at me." He says. He gently tilts your chin so that you are facing directly towards him.
You start to feel your body temperature rising as you stare into his big, brown eyes. You seem to drift off into his glistening orbs as he tries to snap you out of your trance. "Hello? Earth to Y/N?" He clicks his fingers and you blink back. "Wha?", "You kind of zoned out love." He chuckles lightly. You feel yourself just melting right in front of Sam.
"Keep it together Y/N. Keep it together." You tell yourself. "So, where was I?" Sam begins as he tries to remember what he was talking about. As he traces back, you see Harry angrily staring you and Sam, charming his gum agressivly. "Oh yeah I wa-", you cut Sam by grabbing a fist of his shirt and attaching your lips to his.
The whole school awes and oo's. At the corner of your eye, you see Harry slam his locker shut and storm off to wherever. But you don't care, because you just kissed Sam, Sam Parker. The man of your fucking dreams. You pull away and stare into each other's eyes, very intently. "Woah, Y/N. I didn't know you had that in you." Sam says as you feel his hot breath hit your face. You lick you lips, "Neither did I." You say, quite nervous but proud of yourself.
The bell suddenly rings and a stampede of students fill the hallways. In a matter of seconds, it's empty. Just you and Sam, alone.
"I gotta get to class now." You say, gathering all your books. "See you tonight?" Sam says and you nod before you two both split ways.
