Only You

Riley P.O.V

Flashback Chapter Pt 1.

The school bell rings, letting me know it's time to switch class. I gather my things and head to my locker, I exchange books and I take a deep breath and hear someone yell down the hall.

"Ayeee Beyotchhh" I see my best friend running towards me. I stand there and wait for him. Greeting him with a smile. He brings me into his arms and hugs me and let's me go.
"Hey Cash" I close my locker door and we walk down the hall.
"How was class?" he asks me.
"Boring. My first class is always boring" I shrug. He takes me by my arm and pulls me to the side. He takes a small baggie out his pocket. I know what it is, so I push his hands down. I peak over his shoulder and then look at him.

"Cash! You can't bring that in here, the hell is wrong with you?" I say looking making sure no one sees. He shrugs laughing. This boy gives no fucks whatsoever and he's bad but he's my best friend. I've known him for years!
"So? Cmon Riley, let's ditch" he begs with puppy eyes, I roll mine and click my tongue.
"Fine" I give in and we head downstairs to the side door no one ever uses and prop it open with a book of mine and we head to our spot under the bleachers.

We sit down on a bench we made out of a few milk crates and covered with a sheet we brought from home. I watch him as he rolls a joint. I can't help but get lost in his eyes every time I look at him, but thankfully the sun blocked the view but makes his blonde hair look golden and he looks like a greek god the way it shines on him. I admire everything about him. His bone structure, his hair, those ocean blue eyes, his smile, his laugh... everything. I bite my lip and look away.
He sparks the joint and takes a hit passing me it, he coughs and leans his head on my shoulder.I hit the joint letting him, I always let him use my shoulder as something to lean or cry on, he does the same for me. I exhale smoke passing him the joint. He flicks the ash and hits it.

"Riley I cannot wait till we get the fuck up outta here" he sighs sounding exhausted. I look over at him and his eyes look dark and sad, tired.
It makes me frown but I agree with him.
"Well Cash, we are out in a few months and then we'll be free. I think if anyone can do it, make it out of here.. it's you." I say comforting him, he smiles slight and passes me the joint.
"Nah, not me.. us. We gon do this shit Ri" He says, his eyes looking somewhat bright again.
I hit the joint a few times passing it to him.
"What do you wanna do when we're out?" I ask
he clicks his tongue and shrugs. I nudge him and he sighs deeply.
"Well, I'm not sure. How bout you?" He says hitting the joint. I think for a sec.
"Writer, I know it sounds super cliché but.." he cuts me off and sits up.
"Girl! Ain't nothing about you cliché, you are unique and smart. You're like, like you have it together. I know you love writing and you've showed me shit you've written and I love it, you got skills. Don't ever doubt yourself" He says in a serious tone but with some softness mixed in it, I smile and sigh. He puts out the joint and leans back on me.
"fine" I say smiling, he smiles too and nudges me.
"Good" He says.

We watch the football players practice, I've never been the type to date or have a crush on a jock or anything so I'm not gushing over them like half the girls do here, honestly they're all the same. Dumb, sporty, fuck boys who act like big babies and wear matching tight outfits and throw a ball, running back forth on a field.
I honestly don't know what my type is, I was dating someone for three years but it ended not so good. Besides the guy now dates one of those freshman hoes and he doesn't really bother me cause Cash punched him in the face, broke his nose but he was fine, and by 'he' I mean Cash. Haha.

I feel fingers interlock mine and I look down seeing Cash's finger stroking my thumb. Him still looking out at the field. I smile and look back at the field interlocking my fingers with his. This is a moment I wish I could have forever, but I'm nothing but a friend to him, he has a few girls that hangs over him that he fucks but he's never really been a committed person to settle down. He's a bad boy and doesn't date. However he's oddly soft around me and... good? I don't know, me and him have this connection like no other.
I tell Cash everything, he was there when my dad left me and my mom and he was there during a bad break up. I was there for him when his mom threw him out and when he became almost homeless so he lived with me and my mom for a little while till his dad took him in.