My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

1 | In the Present

I just slightly edited this to make it more clear, and it is now dedicated to Nimbuscus for telling me about how it was unclear to her :) If you guys have a question, I love it if you guys ask me about it! :D

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Kaillie Adams: (not edited)

For four months, I've been in a happy relationship with Zach. Carter even seems to like him, or at least enough to be civil. Life is good. All seems pretty well in the world, or at least mine. There's always school stresses, but those are only temporary, after all.

As I walk into school and out of the fall air, Zach immediately finds me and slings his arm around my shoulder in one smooth motion, managing to kiss my cheek softly and somehow still surprise me.

"Good morning beautiful," he whispers, so only I can hear. He sent me a text that had said the same thing this morning. He's so sweet, and so good to me.

"Morning," I say, blushing slightly. "Maybe you need to come up with some different nicknames for me, eh?" I'm still not quite used to Zach's whole thing of as-soon-as-I-see-my-girlfriend-I-compliment-her-to-the-extreme-to-make-her-blush-cause-it's-cute. His words, not mine. He makes me blush every day. Sometimes I'm still undecided as to whether I like all my classmates seeing me walk in with almost immediate flushed cheeks. But oh well, right?

"Maybe I should, We'll see," he says, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "So do you wanna go see a movie tonight?" He whispers in my ear again, as we walk slowly down the hallway, his arm still around me.

"Depends on what movie," I whisper back to him, turning my face to meet his green eyes. When we whisper like this, it makes me feel like we're the only two people in the hallway, or in the world even. It's probably naive to say that, but it makes me feel like we're in our own little bubble compared to the rest of the world.

"You could always choose," he whispers back.

"Even the new Nicholas Sparks one?" I say softly, smiling mischievously. He hates those kind of movies generally, but hey, if it's my choice, why not try?

"If you must..." he trails off, obviously not extremely pleased, but saying that he'd suffer through it for me. How nice of him.

"Alright, yay!" I say, as we stop at my locker, Zach taking his arm off from around my shoulders and is now standing beside me instead, just watching as I get what I need from my locker. As he stands beside me, I notice a couple of his football teammates coming toward us from around the corner of the hallway.

Leaning closer to me, he says, "I'm gonna go see them, okay? They're probably gonna come here in a minute if I don't go now."

"Alright," I say, turning from my locker to face him, "Catch you at lunch?"

"Of course babe," he says kissing me briefly on the lips before turning around and leaving towards the guys. When he kisses me, I heard his buds yelling at us to get a room or something like that. Most of the football players are single and players, so it was a pleasant surprise to know that Zach isn't like them, that he isn't a player. Especially since he's like their leader, with him being the quarterback and all. It's nice to know they're not all the same.

After he leaves, I get my school things into my backpack and undo my sweater, as it is mid-October and I live in Southern Ontario. As I shut my locker and go to walk to class, someone locks their arm in between mine. Looking up, I see Abby standing beside me, holding my arm with hers. Her long, straight dark brown hair and light, grey eyes look at me, all lit up with excitement as we start walking down the hall.

"Hey Kai! How was your weekend?" She says excitedly; but this is usual. Although she text all the time, she still asks me how my day, night or weekend was. She's been asking me this since grade school, when we meet, since before we both had Facebook and phones that can text. We used to play with phones that didn't work as kids, pretending to be teenagers. We thought it was so cool back then. Now that we actually are teenagers, it doesn't really seem as cool as all the movies portray. But hey, that's life, right?