Out Of My League (short story)

Chapter 1

"I just don't understand. I knew he was out of my league but it still hurt like hell when Ally told me that he admitted to being out of my league, you know? I knew but I was hoping, so desperately and stupidly, hoping it wasn't true and that I'd be proven wrong and we'd go to homecoming together and he'd kiss me and it'd be all magical, but no. He thinks he's out of my league and doesn't want to be associated with me as more than friends. I want to just cut him off and end the friendship, but he's such a great guy still and I really like him and I'd have to explain why I'm cutting him out of my life and I really don't want to. It might hurt him which I don't want, even though he's hurt me and it'll probably end up hurting me more than him. But Matt, it really fucking hurts. I don't understand why he'd say something like that. I know, 'If it won't matter in 5 years, don't spend more than 5 minutes on it' blah blah blah, but I can't get it off my mind. It hurts Matt, it really does. I'm kind of angry in a way with him but it's the kind of anger where you wanna break down into tears, not punch a wall, you know?" she ended finally, choking back a sob.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to be rude, people say stuff sometimes when they don't realize it's mean. I think he just assumed since you guys are friends that it wouldn't matter. And it shouldn't matter, okay? Like I said earlier, you're awesome and amazing and I'm so lucky to have met you this year because you've made my life a billion times better. Any guy that has you in their life is lucky and should cherish and appreciate you for who you are. It really sucks that you feel bad about that, don't let it get to you because you need to remember that you're amazing and perfect just the way you are and I'm always here for you, you know that. Please, don't cry," he begged, wiping the tear that escaped her eye. "because what he said isn't true, okay? You're the one that's out of his league, make sure you remember that. I'm always here, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to get beat up." he finished, also holding back tears.

He couldn't believe that his best friend had been hurt so much by a boy who obviously didn't care for her as much as she cared for him. How dare Zachary say she was out of his league! If anything, she's out of his league.

It killed Matt to see his best friend in so much pain, but it offered him slight relief when he was able to comfort her. It just angered him so much that this boy thought he had the right to cone sauntering into his best friend's life to make her swoon for him and send a million mixed signals then suddenly drop her into ice cold water. He would beat Zachary's sorry ass later, but for now, he had to let his best friend lay in his lap and play with her hair for a while.

"Thanks for listening Matt," she sniffled, wiping away the last tears she'd ever cry. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, now, I wish I could stay the night, but my mom is calling me and she won't let me stay. Have a good night, I love you," he gave her a quick hug before rushing out the door to get home.

Unfortunately, this was the last time Matt would ever see his best friend.

She knew exactly what she had to do.

After searching her room for envelopes, she found 5: the exact amount she needed. Using her favorite rose colored pencil Matt had gifted her for her birthday, she wrote 5 letters. One to her parents, one to her brother, one for Ally, one for Matt, and finally, one for Zachary. She neatly sealed the envelopes and placed them on her nightstand, next to her medication for anxiety. She took a deep breath, did she really want to do this and leave everyone behind? Leave Matt, her parents, Ally, and Zachary? No, she snapped herself out of it. She had been planning this for weeks now.

Slowly, she stepped into her bathroom. She grabbed the thick rope from the drawer. After easing herself up onto the toilet, she tied the rope to the shower rod and pulled on it just to test it. She took a deep breath, tied the noose securely around her neck, and jumped.

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And I'm going to end it here. I just felt inspired so I started writing and this happened. This isn't a cry for help or anything guys, I just let my mind do what it wanted and this was created.