Chasing Good Girl's Best Friend

Good Girl

I forgot to breathe for a minute...or two when someone I had seen for years sat across the classroom from me.

Ok...let's rewind to grade seven.

For a bit of a back story, I had a crush on a boy named Good Girl. He had black - yet soft eyes and dark skin.

He was intelligent, witty and competitive.

I was all three of those things.

Whether I liked it or not, I was love struck by Good Girl.

We had known each for years, and I mean years. We both competed for the best grades, yet subtly flirted with each other.

My friends were always trying to set us up, only parting him and I further.

Every time he looked at me, my face would heat up fiercely and butterflies would start a rave in my stomach.

I couldn't get over his perfect dark, gelled hair and almost black mysterious eyes.

The way he sometimes stole a glance at me, creating another butterfly rave.

Fast forwarding to grade eight, my feelings were still there, kind of like super glue to heart.

People always shipped us (#Krishilia), making me feel flattered...yet uncertain.

I had a gut feeling that he held no interest in me.

Yeah, it hurt but sometimes to control feelings, telling myself that I shouldn't bother falling for him helped.

Eventually, like I had hoped, my feelings started to cease...until I realised something.

I fell in love with his Good Girl's best friend.

Yes, I have known his best friend, Isaac, for a long time.

He was tanned, had brown eyes and dark hair. I was friends with his older brother and was starting to become closer friends with Isaac.

Now, looking at him from across the classroom,

I had fallen for Good Girl's Best Friend.