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We've been best friends for a long time, since freshman year to be exact.
But we are total opposites, Devontae was a basketball player and had a lot of friends. He's got muscles for days and boy did they look good. On top of that he was as smart as they come, but wasn't cocky about it. He was always fun to be around making stupid ass jokes about my stupid ass jokes that never made sense. He had goals and he had a way to get there he was the full package.
Me on the other hand, I was Delilah, the smart one in my class. I had a good amount of friends, never too many cause I can't stand fake bitches. I was most definitely the teachers pet, and very upbeat. People think that I am quite, but it's only cause they don't know the real me. I always had a baby face and I was really average. I never had the fancy Jordans or the newest Nike, that stuff just didn't matter to me.
As different as we were, we clicked as soon as we met each other. I enjoyed his energy and he enjoyed mine, so we became best friends.
As good as he looked to me and many other boy crazy girls in my grade, I didn't see him like that. He was my best friend and that was that.
It confused a lot of my friends how I could only want a friendship with him, but I knew that he wasn't one for a relationship. Plus I was too scared to ever want a relationship with him, I mean out of all the pretty girls there was no way he would ever choose me.
I'd see him go through girl after girl after girl.
They usually didn't like me, said "I was too close to him". They was just jealous of our relationship, but of course I would never say out loud. I never really cared cause I knew I was going to be here long after them.
Despite how close we were, we were never the clingy best friends, I didn't scream "best friend" down the hallway like my peers would. We were more on the secretive side.
As the years went on we both started to glow up and grow up. I started to come out of my shell.
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Do different things, but not too much until towards the end of high school. I mean I had to celebrate, I'd made it through four years of hell.
We started to talk a lot more and texted more too. Even linked up a few times. That was new.
I found out out a lot of unexpected things about him, like he loved going to the movies and that he hates the "Diary of a Wimpy Kids" series. We had a lot in common too like we both love to cook. He was of course better than me though.
Over time I open up to him more as well. It was weird cause I'd been through so much in my life. Foster care, abusive parents, everything. I usually kept everything bottled up. But he made my feel normal. He didn't pressure me about details if I didn't want to talk about it, and when I did want to talk he was always there.
When senior year came it was all work for the first half, but after college acceptance letter started coming in, the whole grade was hint with a major dose of senioritis. By the time the end of the year came, everyone had given up and was just ready to get to diploma and dip. And to be honest, so was I.
