short crush / love stories

A Sketchbook

Everett and Violet...
Viølet:
"I couldn't stop movin' when it first took hold"
"Stop singing you idiot!" my friend's boyfriend Kaden said.
"Let her go on. She's being fun." my crush, Everett smiles at me.
My face goes red, and I sly down and stop singing, and pick at my lunch.
"Why did you stop Violin?" Everett teases.
"Her names Violet, Mount Everest." My friend Cassidy said.
I looked away at the conversation and stared at Everett. His eyes were glimmering and I knew I was going to be hypnotized so I looked at the wall.
Everett was friends with Kaden, my best friends boyfriend. He was in the same friend group as us and always sat at lunch with us. He was on the varsity football team, a wide receiver. He wasn't really as popular as most jocks or as snobby as them. He kinda just did his thing and didn't really think too much. That's what I liked about him, he didn't over exaggerate, he just did him without any other extras.
He was extremely confident. Atleast he seemed really confident.
I, on the other hand, was a complete opposite. I was a nerd who had bangs and tried to encompass the edgy look. I was quiet and kept to myself, but at the same time when I became closer with somebody I would be wild. I was terrible at communicating, and I tended to over think a lot.
"I'm sorry Violet. Did that annoy you? Me calling you violin?" Everett said.
I came back from my senses. "Oh no I don't care..."
Cassidy rolled her eyes.
"Kaden can you walk with me?"
That was code word for makeout. I wasn't stupid. I think she thought I was.
"Why does Kaden have to take a walk?" Everett questioned.
"Because I need to blow off some steam." Kaden says, obviously lying.
"What's going on man?"
Kaden mouths something to Everett. At that point, Cassidy and Kaden walk away from the table.
Shirley, Keanu, and Brett weren't all here. They were absent. So it was just me and Everett. Instead of saying anything, I drew on my sketchbook.
Everett sat closer to me and I flinched a little bit. Hopefully he didn't notice.
"What are you drawing?" He looked over at my sketchbook, and started playing with the pages.
"Nothing," I yanked the sketchbook out of his hands.
I didn't want him to see something he shouldn't see. I had many drawings of him that I didn't want him to see. I had so much free time in other classes.
He smiled. "You are so secretive." He pushed my bangs out of my face and a smile formed on my face, but I tried to stop it before he could see.
"Are you going to the game tonight?" Everett said, "I know the shit with Preston is hella weird/crazy, but if you go with Cassidy, I swear you won't be alone. I'll be sure of it."
Everett knew about my crazy ex boyfriend. Preston. He was still obsessed with me and was primarily the reason why I didn't go to games. Running into him was easier at the game.
But obviously I was going. For the fun and the fact Everett was there.
"I'm going to the game anyways, fuck Preston." I say without ease.
He gives me a smile. "You know, to be honest, first time I met you last year, I thought you were a fragile/shy girl. Definitely the opposite, you are a complete badass."
I start laughing.
"I'm not joking,"
I looked down. I didn't know what to do in the event of compliments. My eyes landed on the sketchbook.
All of sudden, out of nowhere, my sketchbook was yanked out of hands. These were ugly, stubby hands and not like Everett's. My stomach churned. I knew who took my sketchbook before I turned around. It was Jack Reid.
He was a bully at my school. This year, he's been bullying me but I haven't told anyone.
He knew of my certain problems, because my mom was friends with his mom. So instead of being reassuring, he constantly reminded me that I was weirdo and shouldn't have the satisfaction to live.
Usually, he never bullied me in crowded public. This was a weird instance. But I didn't care about that, I cared about my sketchbook. I didn't want Everett having evidence of Jack's big claim: that I was a weirdo.
My eyes scanned his, he was flipping through pages of the sketchbook. Before Everett could speak, Jack laughed. He found the pages of Everett.
"Hey what's wrong?" Everett asks Jack angrily. Everett knew what was going on somewhat right now. He knew I didn't want Jack here at our lunch table.
"This is what's wrong." Jack shows Everett a picture of him, at practice.
I drew a picture after I was there at his practice with Cassidy. Kaden also played on the football team. The picture was him taking his helmet off and stretching. His features were outlined: his enormous muscles, his pretty eyes, and flawless hair. My eyes started to tear.
The next picture Jack flipped to, was when Everett had a terrible break up with his ex, Maria. I couldn't stop crying after that time, because Everett couldn't stop talking about how nobody liked him. It was understandable because he got cheated on, but my feelings were still hurt.
So, I drew the situation. I was sitting with him during his lunch and I put a thought bubble and made it noticeable that I was attracted to him in my drawing. When I drew him, I made it seem like he was ignoring me. I only did that because I was pissed at the time. I should've never made myself the victim of the situation.
The next picture Jack flipped to was a picture of me and Everett holding hands.
This was when I had enough. My eyes teared up. I couldn't stop hating Jack. I was so mad, and I could feel failure. I knew soon I was being rejected for being a stalker and weirdo. Before Jack flipped to the next picture, I left the lunchroom.
"Wait—Violet!" he screamed. "Fuck you Reid! Go suck a cock."