The Sweet Boy That She Loved

Chapter 1- Seating Charts

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I barely know him, and he barely knows me. This week, we played truth or dare, one of the juiciest games to have ever existed.
I learned a few things about him, which is good... I guess. And it was easy to talk to him since he sat next to me in language arts, science, and history class.

"So, um, what's your name?" I asked shortly after he sat down. He was going to his desk for science and history, which was also his desk for homeroom. We were also in that together.
He looked at me, then came over to my desk and leaned in my face again, putting both of his hands on my chair as I tried my best not to breathe his air.

"Lucifer." He said simply.

He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my lips. It made me have goosebumps and sent shivers down my spine. "Why do you wanna know?"
He eyed me suspiciously as I tried to come up with a good excuse to know his name. C'mon, brain... work!

My gaze darted to and fro when something in my head finally clicked. Oh, duh! The answer was so simple, and here I was, sitting here like I do in math, over thinking everything.

"Because you're my friend, and... I don't know it already." I replied.

He looked at me and smiled that broad gap-tooth smile and lifted up his eyebrows, making his forehead crinkle. He barely blushed, but it was enough for me to notice. He looked behind him. He's embarrassed. He laughed a little and said,
"Well, now you know."

He turned to go to his seat, and the teacher announced we were having new ones. The past week, she was experimenting to see which students worked well together, and those of which that didn't. Somehow, Lucifer and I now sat together. I don't know how, but it was a blessing from the heavens, so I won't question it.

We sat in the back of the room, and we were partners with another guy. His name was Deven.

He was one of my best friends since two years ago in fourth grade. He really was so nice, and I'm surprised he never had a girlfriend because, I mean, I'm not flirting. Well, I might be flirting, but he's pretty cute.

His hair was shaved, but it grew out and it's probably like, an inch long on his left side, but it's long on the other. It looks like a fringe hairstyle, but he keeps it pushed back. I like it better when it's all over. It's kinda green from hairdye last year, but you could see that it was naturally dark blonde underneath the dye. He had freckles on his cheeks and nose, pale skin, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a round little nose. He was about as tall as me, if not the same height.

We're hoodie kids who wear hoodies basically everyday. He wore a light grey hoodie with red sleeves and a red hood, and usually jeans that were kind of baggy, but they looked nice on him.

People shipped us together, but we were just best friends. Nothing more. There is some wierd stuff we do, like, one time in fourth grade, we were on the bus at the end of the day coming from a field trip. We were sitting with Sam, who was one of my best friends.

He has green eyes and dark blonde hair that was pulled to the side in a fringe style. It was shorter than Deven's, and slightly fluffier. He had a speech impediment which made it sound like he was from New York or New Jersey. I teased him about it because that's what friends of the opposite gender usually do.

That day in fourth grade that I just mentioned, we got into the seat on the bus that we picked, all three of us. I was in the middle. I saw a water bottle behind me and showed it to Sam and Deven. We planned to share it since we were all really thirsty from the hot weather and physical activity. Deven drank, then Sam, then me. It went on and on until the bottle was about halfway empty.

Me being the rude and ignorant child that I was, I drank what was left. Deven and Sam were so mad at me, and Deven spit in the bottle. It was the bubbly, white kind of spit.

"If you're so thirsty," he said, "drink that!"

So I did. It didn't taste like anything, but it made me thirstier, and Deven still had spit on his lips, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. Poor little ten year old Sam looked at me like I had three heads, and Deven blushed so hard that his whole face turned as red as a tomato.
I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss someone, so while I was licking his lips with my tongue, I put it back into my mouth, I snuck my hands up to his jaw and pushed my lips into his. It wasn't super long, but it wasn't super short either. And Sam just sat there watching us. He didn't tell the teachers, because he thought it was funny. Either that or he was just so shook that he wasn't able to function properly.
Other than that, I never did anything crazy to Deven. I mean, we only hold hands in the hallway because that's how close we are. It's just something we do.

Deven sat down next to me and Lucifer and we all became best friends in a matter of minutes, and we all owe it to truth or dare. We learned a lot about each other, and no one caught onto me.

The one truth or dare was to tell Lucifer what I was thinking. I said I was thinking about math class, but really, my mind was saying, Look at these two guys. YES! I have attractive friends! It was just at lunchtime when we were walking to our language arts class later in the day, things didn't go as planned.

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Oh hi! Thanks for reading this far. It means a lot to me. I'm a blossoming reader, and I base this story off of my life, so the majority of it is true. Somebody file a restraining order already. Please. I'm a piece of garbage, so... yeah. You would be doing me a favor. I update this when I can, basically religiously to bring you great quality content to lay your beautiful eyes upon.
Sorry if the chapters are short, by the way. I try. Okay. Bye now.

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