Crush

Ch.1 Motorbikes and Bad boys

Maggie Lindemann as Lilac Reynolds^^

Trees blur in and out of my vision as I stare out the window of the small, yellow school bus. It was the first day of my senior year and I was so not ready for it.

Getting prepared for school this morning was one of longest hours of my life. It dragged on and it couldn't help but make me feel lethargic.

One thing I was looking forward to was seeing my best friend of thirteen years, Carter Black. He'd left less then halfway last year to go on tour with his band, Sweet Lilac.

My lips pull into a smile at his name of choice, it was my name. That was when I had learnt that I, Lilac Reynolds, had very strong feelings towards my best friend.

I look up from the window at the sound of cheering, my hazel eyes meet with Carters' younger brother, Landon. He smiles at me fondly and I grin back at him.

"Where's Carter?" I ask as his body drops into the seat behind me. He leans over the back of my seat his minty breath blowing strands of hair into my face.

"He got his license, Lila." He pouts at me, feigning sadness. "Which is fine with me, cause' now you're all mine."

I chuckle at his words, "We'll see about that, huh?" He laughs lightly before sighing.

"So, it's your last year at school?" He asks, already knowing my answer. My heart feels for him, we were practically family.

Well, at least he reminded me of a sibling, Carter on the other hand did not. He was hot, like so very hot it actually hurt to look at him.

"Yeah, I still have no idea what I want to do after school," I sigh, threading my fingers through my long chestnut hair, "It's kinda stressful."

He nods, his shaggy, brown hair bouncing with each movement.

"Alright, get out everyone! I'm a busy man!" The bus driver yells and I groan grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

Landon follows behind me closely and I can't help but sigh. New year, same kids.

The revving of a motorcycle catches my attention. A very attractive person sits atop their shiny death machine, without a helmet.

I frown as he smiles at me waving like a maniac. Did I know him? Why was someone hot trying to get my attention? What cleanser does he use? His skin is amazing.

"Lilac! It's me! Carter!"

Realisation hits me like a twelve tonne truck. "Carter!" I leap towards him happily wrapping myself around his newly formed body.

He had definitely changed, for the better of course.

His arms wrap around my small form lifting me into the air. "I missed you so much, Puddles." His deep voice is muffled by my thick jacket but my smile refuses to drop.

"I missed you more, Monkey."

He chuckles, his hands rubbing my back soothingly. "Let's go, we've got heaps to tell each other, I'm sure." He says, pulling away from our embrace, his onyx eyes scanning my flushed face.

"It's cold." I say rubbing my cheek. As if that would get rid of my blush, it was practically tattooed on around him.

"I'm sure it is, Puddles."

I smile at the nickname, I had earned it when I nearly sunk into a puddle that was made after a storm.

We had both been super excited to splash in puddles that day, especially the big one by our tree house ladder.

It had been huge, and like the idiot I am I jumped in and got stuck. Every time I moved I only sunk deeper and deeper.

Carter saved me, with the tree houses ladder. And that was how I earned the nickname, Puddles.

"Keep talking, Monkey."

Now his nickname was actually for something cool. He had won the junior champion award for obstacle course when he was seven years old.

He could climb anything and everything, thus the name, Monkey.

He pokes my heated cheeks smiling at me. I laugh and punch his arm, only to pull away out of pain.

I shake my hand in the air, "Damn, you got super fit, Carter." I look him up and down and smirks.

"Yeah, I needed to get stronger so I could keep every boy away from you."

I scoff at his words, "I don't need any help with that, but thanks." Boys avoided me like I was the plague.

The shrill ringing of the bell brings attention to our class schedules. "What classes do you have? For electives I have cooking, music and yeah, that's it."

Carter groans, "I have art and music." He pauses and studies his timetable, "Who do you have as your core subject teachers?"

I turn my schedule, looking for my teachers names. "Um, Mr. Blair." Carters fist punches the air.

"Fuck yes!"

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