Another BestFriend's Love Story

Hey guys, so I figure out to write a story in Wattpad after reading tons of story. But my English is not that good, and my Lecture always complaint about it a LOT. English is not my mother tounge, so yah, but I really do want to share a story here. so If you think my English so bad that you can't take it, please just leave or at least give some comments about it. thanks :) Enjoy ~

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Chapter 1

I walk through the pedestrian walk slowly making sure the sun hitting my pale face. I always wonder, why I am the so called Asian will not able to have so called tan skin. For me personally, tan is always cool and sexy, and I will always envy those who have darker color skin. My mother is actually Asian, and my father is trully British man that married Asian and choose to stay in America, funny? yes my father is.

So here I am, no one will think I'm as Asian, as I have dark brown hair color, green eyes, curve in proper place, the only thing that make me more special is that my skin that I inherit from my mom, pure white yellowish that stunning. Every guys or even girls sometimes will ask me how can my skin is so different as they called it "special". But hey, I'm proud to have a little bit "Asian" figure.

"Amber!" someone try to get my attention from sun-ing my face.

I open my eyes I see a hot guy with white t-shirt that written "I'm sexy and I know it". Epic? tell me about it. This guy is no other is Shane Middleton, my best friend since God know when. He stay just beside my house and his parents are best friend of my parents.  So I always stuck with Shane since kindergarten until now in University. 

"Hey man!" I call up giving him a small handsake that normally guy will do it. 

"You okey?" He ask with a worry eyes

"well, why I shouldn't?"

"well, your mom called" he give me a knowing look, my mom is being my mom, always call Shane whenever I lock myself in the room for more than 5hours. She know something is wrong and can't help to ask it herself, instead calling my bestfriend, hoping him will ask me and make sure everything ok.

"fine, I broke up with Josh" I can't always hide anything from him. 

"You WHAT?!" he almost shout but remember we are just in front of our campus and most students are outside.

"Well, he ask for my V-card, who will sane-ly give it to him?!" I defense myself by crossing my arm.

He look taken back because of shouting me just now. "You know he love you like crazy right?" 

"yeah, you know "Love" is not my thing right?" I shrugged while walking towards our campus's gate. "Anyway, why would you try to mitch match us in the first place?"

"Well, I thought you need someone since it's been like 4 months or 5 you didn't go on date" he follow my lead to campus

"As the matter of fact Shane, I do love to go on a date if guys stop being such a jerk" 

"Who knows there are some guys that will suit your type out there" he insisted 

I stop and look at his green eyes that almost make go insane everytime I see it. "well, that someone is standing right here talking to me to have a date with some jerks"  Shane, how I wish you know my feeling.

That's right, I know it sounds so cliche when bestfriend guy and girl will falling in love to each other and they will live happily ever after. Well, not in my case, absolutely not. I just figure out I like him (like not love) on our last prom, that day we supposed to go together and enjoying the rest of the night dancing with our friends and laughing so hard that we forget about graduation. However, it end up Shane making out with Reyka (High School's slut that can't stand any hot guy around), he know how much I hate Reyka and when I saw that scene my heart literally broke into pieces and I was crying on the way home with Sheyla (Shane's twin) who is also my other bestfriend. Since then I always spend my time messing around with some jerks, but in the end, here I am, kicking those jerks on the ass who only want to get into my pants. I can't resist anymore, I just want him, so much that I can't be with other guy.