{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

forty'five

Dante;

My eyes widened in shock as my hand dropped from the door handle, fingers slowly slipping over the cool metal and falling back to my side. Taking a step back, I stumbled over before righting myself again, my eyes never leaving the door in front of me.

I love you…

How could he? He was my best friend. How?

I shook my head, trying to clear my head but it was hard.

It's happened before, of course it would happen again. Except that last time, it wasn't his fault, it was hers. And this time, he hasn't a clue of how much in love I am with Norah.

Yes, I've admitted it.

I'm still confused as to how it happened but I guess it was just time together.

I do know though how it grew but no idea of the reason behind it.

I know it started out first as a deep hatred. She hated me because I was me, a player, egoistical jerk, popular, smart…good looking…(yes, I can admit that I am good looking I mean, come on. Besides, it is the truth, you got it, flaunt it. And I'm sorry for the arrogant attitude but it is still me, it isn't like I can change it). I hated her because she immediately judged me before getting to know by saying I use 'Daddy's money'. She acted like she was just the best and all. I hated everything about her because she was her.

Then it became a mild sort of hatred…a strong dislike actually after we spent a little more time together thanks to the tutoring thing and…-although I loathe to admit it, it is true- Braden being her boyfriend.

Soon, it was tolerance between each other, slowly developing into a nice friendly like.

But it was after that, that was the problem. My 'friend like' had evolved into a 'like like' (I know, such a childish term).

And after dancing with her, it turned into full-blown lust that hit me so hard it's not even funny.

Except that lust didn't linger for long and I very shortly, in a small space of time, fell in love with her. I loved her, how beautiful she is. I loved her mind and her attitude. I loved all her annoying habits and ways. I loved the way she dressed, I loved the way she danced, everything.

I full-out love her.

Staring at the door now, I felt sadness overwhelming me now and I shook my head. It was so unfair, just unfair. Braden gets everything, he has it all, even more than me.

I shouldn't be jealous but I am, this is the last straw.

He has the great family life, great looks, an amazing amount of money, a lot of popularity, a trusting attitude and being, the countless girls all over him and finally, he has the girl I love.

I can't help but be jealous, I wish so bad that I wasn't.

Yes, I have all those things (with the exception of the attitude, being and girl I love) but he just has it twice as much.

I clenched and unclenched my hands, it's stupid. I don't know why I'm jealous, it's pathetic. I am happy for him though, I'm glad he's just so fucking lucky but I just can't help the envy. This is my first time at envying him and I hate it. He even had everything when Ella was in the picture, he had it all…except I didn't envy him and even when IT happened, I still didn't feel jealous.

-Flashback-

"Ugh, more homework. Stupid fucking teachers, got no fucking life so they just have to fucking give out fucking homework. Oh yeah, and let's not forget the fucking coach either, stupid fucking pushing and what the fuck ever." I cursed angrily under my breath, flinging my sports bag onto the kitchen counter, my books following shortly after.