Falling For Coke

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Coke Harrington

I really do hate my life. I do. I really really do.

So you confess your ultimate feelings to the girl if your dreams, you leave her for London, then you dump her for the girl that she hates the most.

So now Bright's mad at me.

But it's unfair on my side. She didn't hear the full story. The worst story in my whole life as Coke Harrington.

Carolyn forced me to go with Sophia. I I didn't, I would be disinherited. Carolyn's the only support I've got now. Our parents died in a car crash. If Carolyn found out I liked Bright, automatic cut off from family.

Honestly (no offense to her, though) I hate Sophia a lot. She's trying to hard to get, um, me. Sophia's pretty, I mean. She's got nice blond hair, gorgeous skin. But inner beauty is what matters the most. Sophia's got none of it. Unlike Bright.

Bright is the most perfect girl a guy can ever ask for. She doesn't have that that wow-I'm-a-Victoria's-Secret-Angel kind of beauty but she's amazing. She's kind, she's funny, she's...

The list goes on and on and on.

Last night, in the Anonymous Ball, I saw her right away. I knew it was her, even with her mask on. She looked stunning in that red gown, her brown hair styled to perfection, her skin glowing, her dark brown eyes shining through the eyeholes of her mask, and I could feel my...my...um...never mind.

And then that little scene in the hallway.

I am absolute rubbish.

So today, I decided to stay in my condo and sulk. I lie down on my bed, and stare at the ceiling while muttering my jumbled thoughts under my breath.

Around ten am, I receive a text message.

Hey, man! Heard that you were back from UK. Wanna hang out in The Cozy Cup?

-Thomas

I feel my lips curve into a huge smile.

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"Coke!" Thomas yells, waving his hands at me.

My dark haired, blue eyed guy best friend is seated on an orange couch, sipping a milkshake. Thomas Simms is my childhood best friend, even though he's four years younger than me. He's sixteen right now.

"Hey, man," I greet, plopping down on the comfy chair across him. "Long time no see."

"Yeah," he says. "So...seeing someone yet?"

I grimace. "Aha. Complicated."

Thomas whistles. "You got yourself burned, didn't you?"

"Um..."

"Did you cheat on her?"

"What? No w-" I try to say.

"Did she slap you?"

"Wha-?" I stutter.

"Damn, Coke, that must've hurt a lot."

"SHE DIDN'T SLAP ME, OKAY?"

Thomas fell silent.

"Sorry," I say then quickly ask, "How bout you? Got a chick in mind?"

"Holy mother, of course! I'm a teenage guy reeking with hormones! See that girl over there?" Thomas jerks his head in the direction of a girl standing by the counter.

The girl is like an angel dressed up as a normal person. She has shining ginger locks that fall down until her shoulders and piercing green eyes. She's very pretty, yes, but she just wasn't my type. She is more fit for Thomas. Bright is for me.

"Whoa, got yourself a handful over there...who's she?"

"Sprite," Thomas sighs.

"Sprite...like the soft drink?"

"Yeah, well...her name's really Spring Terres. SPRIng TErres. I don't know. But, she's already seeing someone else, I guess."

I see a tall blond haired guy saunter over to her. Sprite looks up at him and smiles.

"Why do girls have to be so hard to get? I don't even think she knows I exist," Thomas says sadly, draining the last of his drink.

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We finish talking an hour later then we head out to walk around the mall. WE ARE SO NOT SHOPPING.

"Did you see the last baseball game? It was so amazing-" Thomas's voice gets drowned as I pass by two girls. One has big, auburn curls and the other has straight brown locks.

Bright.

As if the air turned into syrup, I move in what seems to be slow motion toward her. Her brown eyes widen when she sees me.

"H...hi," she stammers. She's too cute for words.

"Yeah, uh, hi. I just wanted to, you know, talk?" Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Bright looks at Grace. "Um, we were just going to the drug store. We're looking for something...important. So see you another time, I guess."

And she pulls her friend by the wrist and hurries away.

"Shit, man. You got flattened in a second," Thomas comments, going closer to me.

"Ah, shut up, Toms," I say.

"Don't call me Toms! I'm not a pair a shoes!"

"Whatever," I say, Bright's face still in my mind as we walk on.

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Suckish chapter, I know. But it was Coke's POV.

Sprite and Thomas are going to be part of a novel after this. It's going to be called Falling for Sprite.

Sprite rhymes with Bright.

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