I’m watching you stare at her. She’s flicking her glossy brown hair over her shoulder. You’re meant to be doing chemistry with me, but she’s very distracting for you, I can tell. It hurts to know you’d rather stare at her than help me.
You and me have been friends for our whole lives. Our Moms had us meet on a playdate and I immediately knew you would be my best friend. I had this fantasy we’d marry and have a cottage in the Welsh hills.
When you finally snap out of your trance, we carry on in silence.
“Shes the prettiest friend I have..” You say suddenly. Ouch. That hurt.
You dont know how I feel. I feel as though I could listen to you sing to me all night; listen to you talk about football; stroke your face when you’re doing maths, smooth out your frown.
The next day, everyone’s buzzing about prom. You’re clearly going to ask Shelby, so I keep quiet, even though I really want to go with you. You watch as Shelby gets her books out of her locker, then you stride over.
“Hey Shelby, do you maybe want to go to prom with me?”
I can’t watch. I walk away, almost crying. Im not going to prom. I cant if I cant go with you. I feel like we’re meant to be together.
A week later, you’re walking into school. Prom was three days ago and you and Shelby have something. We’re walking along together and suddenly I can’t feel you beside me. I turn around to call you back and freeze when I see you. Shelby is stroking your hair, your gorgeous black emo style hair, and you’re kissing. The hardest thing is to watch someone I love loving someone else.

(Screen) Name: Stephany

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