Love in class

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl who has a crush on her best guy friend isn't sure how to approach him.

Submitted: July 06, 2010

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My teal eyes light up as he looks me way. Once more, my heart beats quicker in his presence. Butterflies fill my stomach, and my whole body gets a tingly feeling as he walks closer. He smiles at me. His teeth shine brightly and are perfectly straight, without a flaw.

He turns the other way, and walks towards her. Her, the one who has his heart. The one I envy most of all. If only I could spend a day in her shoes, I would be the happiest person alive. Sadly, I am only his friend, but is that all I will ever be? I yearn to find the answer to my question, but how can I even attempt to find the answer I desire? Could I even handle the truth, if he didn’t feel the same way about me.

He wraps his arms around her, and buries his face in her shoulder inhaling her perfume. He looks back up at her, and gently plants a kiss on her lips. I watch, desperately wishing his soft pink lips were on mine. Has a simple crush gone out of control, or am I just a love-sick fool? If only he saw her as I did, a fake lair who didn’t deserve to even look at him.

She had never done anything for him, but has high expectations for him. She wants him to fill the shell of her own perfect guy. Over and over, she tries to change him; forcing him into her mold of popularity, glitz, and glamour. Somehow, she manages to convince him he could be better. If he were any better, he would be an angel in the sky floating in the clouds.

His dark eyes are honest and true, and his eyelashes are long enough to give him an innocent look. His muscular arms seem to just want to hold someone. Not only do his looks seem flawless, but his personality is to die for. In my opinion at least. Never, has he ever done wrong to anyone as long as I’ve known him. His heart is filled with joy and hope, and he is always optimistic.

Her negative vibe plagues him with uncertainty and awkwardness. He is easy to see through like a glass of water, and I am the one who can always read his feelings. Letting his arm fall back to his side, he slowly wanders away from her. My hopes jump once more, and I hope he is coming to talk to me.

“What are you doing?” she screeches. He sighs, and reluctantly walks back over to her.

I look away, feeling as though she has stolen him back from me. Curiously, my eyes peak over my book once more towards them. He whispers something in her ear, and walks out of the room. I wonder for a moment what is going on, but I stick my nose back into my book. She storms in my direction, and snatches my book out of my hand.

“You little skank,” she accuses, “What did you do to make him dump me?” Subconsciously, a smirk comes across my face. This causes her cold blue eyes to water up with tears of frustration. After years of getting what she wants, she is going to have to learn to cope. I shrug, and reach for my book.

She angrily rips it in half, and I get out of my seat. The book is not mine, and it is already overdue to begin with. “What did you do that for?” I questioned her angrily.

“Because, because… you…just stole..” he enters the room with a notebook, and she quickly stops fussing.

“Yes?” I wait for her to continue. She scowls, and storms away throwing the remains of my books on the floor. I giggle to myself, and turn back towards him with a smile on my face.

His face is not as happy as mine sadly. “Can I talk to you about something?” he asks politely. I nod, and he takes a seat beside me.

“We broke up…” he trails off, and looks down at his notebook.

“I’m sorry,” I say to him. I do honestly feel bad, because I know from the look in his eyes he is hurt.

“It’s alright, but this is really awkward right now,” he confesses.

“Yeah,” I say, “I can see that.” He grins, and then takes my hand gently. I blush, and the tingly feeling gets even stronger. He lifts my chin up, and looks me in the eyes. My eyes light up, and I feel my cheeks burning from blushing. On the other hand, he looks calm and happy.

“Can I ask you something? I’ve been meaning to ask for a while actually,” he tells me. I try to speak, but end up only being able to nod.

“Do you think I could take you out on a date?” he asks. I blush, and I notice him begin to fidget in his seat. “Not as a rebound chick, or anything…. But I’ve wanted to ask, but… I’m sorry… wow, that was awful.” he babbles on.

Now is my chance, and I take hold the side of his face and kiss his soft lips. I feel the sparks fly, and feel as though I am on top of the world. I slowly pull away, and he smiles at me. His flawless smile is sweet, and I can’t quit blushing.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks me. I nod, and he puts his arm back around me. Class ended, and we walked out of the classroom hand in hand. Nothing at that moment, could bring me down. At last, I am his. Nothing feels better than that, and also making her mad. Still, I suppose that is another story for another day; besides he is the only thing on my mind at the moment.


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