Promises (on hold)

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Riley's POV

My hands tremble as I hold the newspaper in front of me.

This can't be happening, I didn't do this. I didn't.

"Aye bro!" I hear one of my friends call. "Nice, you got Chantelle." He holds his hand up for a high five but I don't move. I just stare at the heading in front of me. Plastered in big ass letters in the cover of this stupid newspaper.

"I got to go." I get up from the desk I was at in the class room. I don't feel like I can be in school right now, I look like a jerk. I walk out and immediately I see a crowd in the center of the hallway.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. Just showing how you're a hoe." A girl says to Chantelle as I push my way into the crowd. I recognize her to be the new girl that got into a fight with Chantelle last week on Friday.

"I'm not a fucking hoe!" Chantelle yells and the new girl smirks at her.

What is she fighting with her over now? Can't she tell nobody picks a fight with Chantelle?

"You are and you know it. Even the guy who you love knows it. That's why he was with someone else that night too. And that's why he left you." From the place where I was I could see Chantelle's face. She couldn't see me since people were in front of me, but it's not like she wanted to see me either. Her face isn't one of anger no more, it's of pain. The new girl then whispers something to her and Chantelle pales but instantly recovers.

"You don't know who I am, so don't come at me with your 'oh' mighty glory." Chantelle clenches the newspaper in her hand before turning the other way and walking away.

The crowd disappears after she walks away and a guy walks after her. I walk over to the new girl as she smirks at Chantelle's retreating figure.

"Hey." I say snapping her attention to me. She doesn't wear that smirk anymore, instead she has a flirty smile. I hate girls like this, I want them to respect themselves and not launch themselves at a guy. I'm not a total player as they portray me to be. I respect girls, but sometimes my emotions get the best of me. Like that time I fought Jake just because a stupid thing I said. And that was last week.

I know I may sound like a hypocrite seeing as I slept with Chantelle. But I really don't know if I slept with her, it was a blurry night.

"Hey." She places a hand on my chest and I imediately take a step back. She drops her hand by her side at my sudden movement. "What do you want?" She barks out, mood swings I see.

"Why did you say those stuff about her?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

"They're true." She says scoffing getting her stuff from her already opened locker.

"You've barely been here a fucking day and say you know her? What kind of shit are you trying to pull?" I slam her locker shut once she gets all her stuff I'm assuming.

"Nothing, I don't like her. She's got all the guys wrapped around her finger. Like you for example." She starts to walk away but I block her. "What else do you want to say?" She groans out.

"Don't go near her again." I tell her before walking away going in the same direction as Chantelle. The bell rings signalling the start of first period. But I'm trying to help someone out, a problem I caused.

I walk out the school and spot Chantelle on the football field sitting on the bleachers. I make my way over and sit beside her.

"Hey." I say and she turns to look at me with tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. I look down feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

She puts a hand on my arm making me look up at her. "Its not your fault Riley. It's not what happened or what didn't, cause I honestly don't remember what happened."

"But it really is my fault, if I hadn't talked to you and approached you. If I only contained my emotions for you at that instant. None of this wouldn't have happened. None of it. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." She says again and I can't help but feel even more guilty. I look away staring down at my shoes. "Riley, look at me."

"I can't."

"Riley. Don't beat yourself over it.  It's not you who we were talking about."

"I know that, it was the guy who walked after you. The guy who you love, I know that." I can't help but feel a little jealous. I knew I never had a chance with her from the beginning. "Sorry, for being rude."

"You're a nice guy Riley, I'm the one that's sorry for not returning the feelings you want me to." She says and I finally look up to see her in the eye.

"No, don't feel bad, I knew from the start that I didn't have a chance with you." She gives me a wry smile. "Plus, I really don't want to ruin a friendship we could have."

"I would love to be your friend." She smiles giving me a hug and I hug her back smiling also. She pulls away frowning.

"What?" I question.

"Its cause right now, Jake probably hates your guts." She chuckles nervously and I groan. "I'm really sorry, but I can talk him out of his little fury and all. Since you're my friend now."

"Please? I don't want to get punched by Jake again." I laugh.

"You won't, I'll make sure of it." Chantelle gives me a smile which I return. No matter how much I thought I liked her, a friendship was better than nothing. And I could move on, with someone that could like me. And right now, a friendship with Chantelle, was better than I could ever ask for. Maybe I was running away from my true feelings.

"But what's up with that guy?" I ask her and she tenses up. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

"I feel comfortable around you Riley, I can tell at least you." She smiles at me. "So I'll tell you something I've only told my friends and no one other than them. Isaac, the guy you saw, made a promise to me five years ago that I was the only one that he loved and was the only one in his heart. But I being the young me I was and naive, I believed every single fucking word." I see the tears roll down her cheek and reach to wipe them away with my thumb. She gives me a smile and continues. "What Anastasia said that probably everyone heard wasn't what got to me. It was what she whispered to me that no one heard. She said I wasn't the one in his heart. It's not that I want to torture myself by keeping that in my mind because she said it. I'm crying, heartbroken, shattered and shit because I know she might be right. I want to believe so fucking badly that she's lying or that I'm lying to myself that he has someone else. But I can't bring myself to do that. I know I may be a hypocrite seeing as I've been with Luke and you. But I mean I didn't make the promise. If I had I would've keepin it. I wouldn't have broken it but who am I to judge. I'm no better than him, pulling you into this mess was my choice and it wasn't your fault. So, I'm sorry."

I pull her into a hug that she really needs and she hugs me back beginning to cry. I feel my shirt getting damp with her tears, but I didn't care. If she's my friend now, I'll help her. I always help my friends. I'll help her get back with the love of her life. Help that asshole win her over again. Make them a couple, making me play Cupid.

I think I like being friends with a girl. There's so much drama. And I love it.

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You guys!!! Hey!!!! Were you surprised with a Riley pov? He's a nice guy and a total sweetheart. I know you all will love their friendship and there's something you don't know. Something that he hinted at. Well kind of. I don't know if you caught it.

Pero like necesito candy. Me voy a morir.

GiGi