I didn't get to talk to Daniel the rest of the day. Either Bre or Morgan would be talking to/ around him at all times, and would quickly start a conversation with him.
I had feelings for Daniel. There, I said it. But he doesn't like me back so why not just keep my feelings inside? Better than getting rejected, right?
I tried one more time to talk to him and Bre walked over at that exact moment and started talking to him at that exact moment.
"Breanna Marie Rae! A word, please?" I ask through gritted teeth. She smirks and nods.
"Say it. Everyone except one person knows what you're going to say. You're j-" I run over and put my hand over her mouth before she finished. I scowled at her.
"Yes, okay? Yes, I am." Everyone in the room started smiling except Daniel. The idiot was still confused. She smiled.
"I have a plan." She grabs my arm and leads me into a room away from the others. "Stay here. I have one more person who might help us with this." I raise my eyebrows but nod and stay in the room.
About two minutes later she walks back into the room, pulling someone along. Jack. "How is he suppo-"
She cuts me off. "Hush, child, I'm getting there." She takes a deep breath and places Jack beside me and intertwines our hands. My eyes widen and I pull my hand away.
"N-no. I-" I look at Jack and he's now texting someone on his phone. Bre shushes me.
"You're too chicken to tell Daniel you like him, so making him tell you is the next best option, is it not?" I look down and nod.
"Corbyn has a girlfriend, Zach has a girlfriend, Jonah has a girlfriend. Jack is the only.. available person that we could use to make this believable. So suck it up and flirt." She laughs and then leaves the room.
I sigh. This is going to be awkward.

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Masquerade
FanfikceIf I said I expected to meet THE Why Dont We boys at a Masquerade ball, I would be lying. If I said I expected to dance with THE Daniel Seavey I would be lying. I would also be lying if I said I expected to fall in love with him. But guess what...