But You Didn't (completed)

Chapter One

*Chapter One*

You were the one all of the girls wanted, the hottest guy in the school, the smartest, the one. You were known for being the only person in the popular crowd that actually had some compassion for the rest of the student body. The younger kids looked up to you as their idol, all the guys wished they were you, and all the girls wished you were theirs. Teachers adored you because you could be mega-popular and yet keep straight A’s. You lived in a mouth-wateringly gorgeous house, more of a mansion. Most people in the school walked past it and cringed about how perfect you and your life were, but they loved you anyway. It was just impossible to hate you, anyone would say that.

So why me? What came over you to choose me out of your hoards of possible girlfriends to choose me? I was the cheerleader, not the head but still one of the crowd. Popular too, we were good friends beforehand and I was just as much in love with you as the rest of them. I never threw myself at you, never made my adoration obvious though. Was that why you wanted me, the one person who didn’t want you back?

But you were too nice for that. I don’t know why and I’m not going to dwell on it anymore, it will just cause me even more sadness.

You asked me to last school dance in senior year and I knew it had to be amazing because it would be the one that the memories would stay with me forever. When you walked up to me I was surrounded by a bunch of my friends. They asked you if you had a date for the dance yet and you replied “I hopefully will soon.” Such a sweet little line that set us all swooning, some more obviously than others.

The tension in the small area also was raised to the top of the gauge as we all were silent, each wondering who he was about to ask, and hoping it was them. You walked a little more towards the northern side of the formation, and the girls behind looked defeated, some made faces at your back at us, did you know that?

I almost cringed as you singled me out and pounced.  But the exact line was so nice it etched itself into my memory and made me want to melt.

“Em, I was wondering if maybe, you would like to accompany me to dinner and that dance in the school next Saturday… only if you want to course! I mean you probably have lots of other offers but… it would be nice…!” You were so humble and unsure of yourself how could I say no?

“Sure, I’ll come!” I said a little too quickly, and then practically fell into your arms, encased in a bear hug. They were the type of gestures that only you could do without getting teased over it.

***

I was in homeroom the Friday before the dance when we were informed that the dance was accidently advertised as casual but was in fact a formal dance. None of really minded that we already had bought dresses for a disco as we could easily go buy a new one or pick out something from our bursting wardrobes. We didn’t go to a prestigious school for anything.

But of course it had to be the one day you had a meeting with a college scout and missed homeroom, so I being your date was asked to tell you the dance was changed.

Friday dragged on so slowly I thought I would burst before the final bell drag. I galloped to the school bus and kindly asked the driver to hurry, he obliged. I made it home in record time and spent the rest of the day flittering around looking for something to wear, wondering what you would wear, wondering what colour corsage you had bought me.