Dave Franco fan fic

Boys are bitches

After the nurse helped me, me and Dave just sat their in silence until he gently grabbed my hand and whispered " are you alright now?"

I flinched slightly at the pain and also slightly because of him talking to me for the first time after blanking me for weeks.

"Uh...I guess so. I mean it would have been nice if you has sto-" he cut me off with a mumble which i didn't understand.

"Do you like me?"

I stared at him shocked, my jaw dropping slightly as my eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"What?" I asked him in disbelief although I had heard exactly what he said the first time. He hesitated to repeat himself but I nodded for him to speak.

"I said, um, uh..... do you ..uh..like me? As in more than a friend?"

I just sat there and thought for a while. I mean I definetly did like him before but was how he acted in these past few weeks the real him? The boy who blanked his best friend for the bitch who bullied me. I couldn't believe the way he had become. If he had asked me the same question two weeks ago I would have grabbed him by the neck and Kis-

Or would I?

Am I that confident? I have liked Dave for years now but I have never been confident enough to say. That's when I thought about what it would be like right now if I never had liked him, and I realised.

I realised, eventhough I have a boyfriend, even though there is someone else who loves me, I think... I think I still like Dave.

I glanced up at him and before I had time to process what was happening, a word I regretfully slipped out, blunt and harsh -

"No"

I didnt mean it. I had just grown so use to hiding my feelings for Dave that it just slipped. In the past few years of us being just friends, it occurred to me that he had never asked wether I liked him or not.

I looked up st him guiltily, expecting his face to carry an angry expression rather than a look of relief.

He let out a breathy I didn't realise he was holding in this whole time and said "That's good, I was beginning to think you had you know, feelings for me. I mean that would be kinda weird. I just hope we can be friends again. After all I finally broke up with Molly."

He leaned forward to hug me and though I hugged him back, I was secretly crying inside. "Of course we can be friends" my voice carried so much regret as the words slipped out my mouth.

He then spoke up "ok Millie, I'm going to go back to lesson but I will check up on you after school"

"Ok, bye Dave" I tried to hide the slight waver in my voice. Did I really think Dave was just going to confess his feelings for me? I'm so stupid.

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After my hand felt a bit better, I decided to go get lunch from the school cafeteria. As I was walking I bumped into Jack. My sadness must have shown up on my face because he immediately looked at me with care in his eyes.

"Hi babe, I heard you got hurt, are you ok?"

Though his words were sympathetic, his voice held no emotion and when I nodded my head to signal I was fine, he just left.

He left.

Did he not realise how sad I looked. I thought boys knew that girls never mean what they say. I wasn't expecting some kind of sympathy speech, I just thought maybe a hug or a genuine "are you ok?" But no.Why do all boys have to be such bitches?