The Veil ***ON HOLD***

Chapter One

The Veil

One

Cole

I pull at the collar of my button up shirt, cussing Sydney. What does it matter what we wear under our gowns? It's not like anyone is going to see it. But no, she insists we dress nice.

"This is the biggest day of our lives!" She had exclaimed at the top of her lungs. The smile that had been on her face illuminated her grey eyes. "When we look back in twenty years, to the photos that will be taken, you will be thanking me. Suck it up, because my dad is making me. And if my dad is making me, I'm making you."

"Is that what your dad said too?" I asked her.

"Not in so many words." She grumbled.

So, here I am. Sitting in my car outside her house, cussing her. Sydney Wilson has been my best friend since our first day of kindergarten. She was new to town. Her dad and her just moved after they found out her mom was sleeping with the neighbor. I think that's why she's so weird sometimes. Something like that happening at such an early age is bound to mess a little girl up, right? For the longest time ever, I used to call her Syd. Because in first grade, we were having an indoor recess, and she put the head of a doll on a spider. Just like from Toy Story.

It wasn't until about fifth grade that she figured out where I got it from. She didn't talk to me for a week.

I know I was only ten, but that week was hell for me. I knew that if not talking to Sydney, or even being around her, made me feel like that, then I was in love with her. I was only ten, but I knew.

I still know.

Sydney Wilson is my best friend, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I haven't told her how I feel. She just thinks we're best friends. Which we are, but I want so much more than that.

I want to wake up to her tucked against my body on a cold winter morning. I want to fight with her over what we will have for dinner. I want to debate where our kids will go to preschool at. I want to hold her in my arms when something terrible happens and she needs to cry.

I want the whole package with Sydney Wilson. I just need to grow a pair and tell her. I just haven't found the right moment. It's out there, somewhere. I just have to find it.

I pull on my shirt collar again, looking over to her house. I glance at the clock on my dash, shaking my head. She has two minutes before I get out of this car and make her leave. All graduates have to be at the school in twelve minutes, or they don't get to walk.

I immediately decide not to call her. That might just slow her down. I plug my phone into the aux cord, and open up my music. Randomly scrolling down, closing my eyes, I tap on a song. Sydney will just turn it off when she gets in anyway.

I drum my fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song, bobbing my head. I happen to glance over to the house, and I freeze. Sydney is running out of the house, wearing a black sparkly dress that goes just to her knees. Her long legs perfectly tanned, thanks to the New Mexico sun. Half of her shoulder length black hair, now with blue and purple streaks in it, is bunched up on her head in an elegant bun. The lower part of her hair flows behind her as she races to the car. Her red graduation gown is draped over her arm, and her cap clutched in her other hand.

Her full breasts bounce as she moves, making me hard. She has this affect on me. Ever since I was eight. For a while, it happened anytime she walked into the room. My dad started noticing, and that's when I got 'the talk'.

I swallow, and look away as she reaches for the door handle. As she climbs in, she gushes, "Did it have to be the hottest fucking day of the year?" She closes the door. "We're going to spray paint the superintendent's car."