Scared to Say Hello

Prologue

I sat on the bar stool, looking around for my friend. My eyes landed on Aaron. I sighed, and smiled. He was talking to his current girlfriend, Slore. Well, that actually isn't her name. It's a mix of 'slut', and 'whore.' I know for a fact that Slore had dated almost every guy in the football team. Even some teachers. She just wants attention and hook up with guys when Aaron isn't watching.

I gasped, and quickly turned away to the cup set on the counter. Aaron had noticed me.

Well, that's a first.

I blushed, and took a deep breath. Oh shit, I totally forgot about my friend. She promised that she'd be here early! Ugh. Well, it's time to call her. I dialed her number, and pressed the phone up to my ear. It began to ring. I fumbled with my nails, and once again turned to Aaron. I got lost in his trance, somehow. He held his drink in his hands, and slightly tipped it over. I rested my head on my hand. I slightly dozed off, Aaron's face being the only thing in sight.

"Hello? Myla! Hello?"

I flicked on like a light.

"O-Oh, um hey Kayla!"

I fixed my position on my seat, noticing I was almost laying on the other seat. I cleaned my mouth, little drips of drool hanging off.

"Hey... Myla?"

"Y-yeah I just wanted to know, um when are you coming?" I asked.

"Oh, i'm so sorry! You see, something sorta came up..." She mumbled. I sighed," And what is that?" I heard almost sniffles. I gasped. Maybe something happened to one of her family members? I have to know. She was now sniffing loud.

"What happened?" I asked, worried. She sighed," Ok. I think it's time to tell you..." She mumbled. I nodded," Okay...?"

"You see, I have been diagnosed with..." She trailed off. My eyes widened," With what? You can trust me..." She took a deep breath," Ok, well I've been diagnosed with the lazy syndrome." She said. I face-palmed. I really wanted to slap her in the face.

"When I get home I will slap you in the face!" I heard her laugh. I rolled my eyes." You had me worried sick!!" I felt her gasp," Wow, im so scared." She said, with plain emotion. I glared at her though her phone.

"Well, now what am I supposed to do?" I sighed. I could feel Kayla smirk from the other side of the line,"You can hang out with him." I pursed my lips together and virtually glared at her.

"Don't you dare." I stiffly said.

"I already dared." And with that, she hung up. I forcefully slammed my fisted hand on the counter, sending all the drinks a tremble. Well, then.

I turned to look at Aaron. I smiled, and butterflies attacked my stomach. It's not a nice feeling, ya know.  IT's the feeling where it's like war. The butterflies took out their snipers and shot me. They took out their bombs and blew me up. The ripped out my intestines, and my lungs. They shredded all of it to pieces. Nice feeling, ain't it?

Well, that's the feeling you have when you not like, but love someone. It's something that usually happens to me. I have been denied by 7 guys in a row. I can't let Aaron deny me. He's all I got. This time, I have to try and make him fall in love with me. I have to pick up all the shredded guts and piece them together. I have to make sure that he looks at me as much as possible, whenever he can. He's something special that I just can't explain.

It's just love.