Untouchable

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you meet someone new and there is automatically a spark? The way your hands tremble when you stand next to them while they smoothly laugh along with your friends whom they haven't even met before? And the way your breath catches when they sneak a glance your way?

His name is Nic. My name is Jane.

Well I do, but he isn't mine, not really. He's with somebody else and she hates me with a burning passion, and I'm with someone who hates him with all of his pent up hatred.

He's also a senior, and I'm a freshman.

It's supposedly "frowned upon" in the eyes of our parents and those around us, so all of these unleashed emotions have stayed in,for the most past, although the frustration leaks through in our conversations.

For now he's my best friend, nobody has been able to separate us, no matter how hard they try.

For now we secretly love each other,our many attempts to try and forget our feelings we have for the other consistently failing, but continuously hiding this fact when around others.

For now we are best friends...with the occasional secret benefit.