Lizzie Tay is a wise beyond her years, hipster with a love for a good teen drama show along with her BFF Sophie.
Cody Winston moved to Seattle to escape his tragic pass with the death of a beloved one.
Lizzie Tay takes on Cody as a project, much t...
The next few days, Cody and I went on as usual. We weren't officially a couple or going out. We were waiting for the heat to die down with Kyle. I got nasty looks from cheerleaders and football players alike.
One day I was sitting at a table in the library when I heard the sound of crutches and I looked up to see Kyle, taking a seat from me across the table. I went over and helped him in any way I could.
"I want to talk to you." He says calmly.
"Okay." I nod. I pull over my chair so I'm sitting next to him.
"I hated how things ended." He starts.
"Me too. I care about you so much." I put a hand on his wrist. Kyle and I have been friends since we were babies. I will never not be there for him. This whole relationship ruined our friendship.I ruined our friendship.
"I'm willing to get past the whole Cody thing. I just don't want you guys hanging out so much." Kyle looks into my eyes.
"Wait what?" I'm taken back.
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"If we want this relationship to work we just need ground rules. I love you, Lizzie Tay. It would kill me to be without you." He takes my hands. My heart sinks. Cody and I came so close...so close yet so far...if I broke up with Kyle now, I'd break him and he would hate me. Hell, I already hate me. I love Kyle platonically. Not romantically. Not like how I love Cody.
"Kyle....Cody is my best friend." I say quietly.
"Do you want this to work?" Kyle asks. No!
"Yes." I look at the ground, tears ready to fall. WHY?!I'm desperate to save Kyle and I.
"Good." Kyle nods. "Hey, Look at me." He lifts my chin up to face him. "Aww babe, why do you look so sad? Nothing happened to me. Come here." He pulls me into his arms. I'm so unbelievably torn.
I carry Kyle's books and we walk into the elevator. How on Earth can I tell Cody we can't be together? My heart is breaking. We get off the elevator and go passed the clusters of students. Everyone is staring, watching. My breath catches in my throat as soon as I spot Cody, waiting for me by my locker. I want to scream. I want to cry.
"Coming Lizzie Tay?" Kyle asks, pulling me back into reality.
"Yeah." I shrug. We go past Cody. I feel his eyes on me the whole time. I keep my head down. I hate myself. I drop off Kyle's books at his desk. He takes a seat, leaning his crutches on his desk.
"Thank you, baby." He goes to kiss me. I pull away.
"What's up?" He asks, concerned.
"Nothing. I'll see you around." I shake my head and walk out. I go to my locker...Cody isn't there anymore. Tears start to fall from my eyes. This isn't fair. None of this is to anyone involved. I head to the photography class. Cody isn't there, he must have skipped. I begin to finish editing old photos. These were the photos I was editing on Cody's first day. This only makes me angrier at myself. I put my head in my hands. I fucked up, bad.
