@CA-vy8et

3 years ago

POV: You’re in college. Your high school sweetheart has been pulling away from you lately, and you have no idea why. One day, you get a text from him saying “I won’t be able to meet with you after your class, I’m helping my friend with their homework,” you wanna ask more, but you don’t want to seem nosy, so you text “ok, be safe :).” That’s the third time this week he’s helping this friend with their “homework.” You ignore the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach and head to class. When class is over, you leave and right as you’re about to turn, you look over your shoulder as you hear a familiar laugh. Straight down the hall, you see your boyfriend and your best friend laughing and holding hands as they leave the class. She leans up and kisses him, and he kisses her back. As if on cue, he sees you, and his eyes grow wide with realization. His mouth opens to shout something to you, probably how it isn’t what it looks like, but you’re done. You begin to cry, tears streaming down your face. You run out of the building and to a secluded spot you always come to when you’re down and alone. You wipe away tears as you text him “it’s over,” and block his number, and you tell her now ex-BFF that you never want to see her again and block her number too. You weep as the thought of losing your two closest people washes over you. Suddenly, you hear a voice from behind you. “They didn’t deserve you.” You quickly turn around, startled. It’s a boy, one you’re somewhat familiar with. You’ve been in the same class last semester, as you were in the (insert interest) club together last year. He didn’t talk to you much, but you noticed that he seemed to stare at you, starry-eyed in club and smile when he saw you. He dressed like a bad-boy, leather and black, but you knew he was a total sweetheart. “Uh- I-I guess,” you stammer, wiping away tears. “How did you know about all that?” He sat next to you, eyes staring ahead in a hurt expression. “Well,” he began, “remember when you came to (club name) crying?” You nod slowly. “I overheard you in the library talking to your best friend about it. How it wasn’t the first time he did this. But you were nervous about dumping him because you always spent so much time together already?” You were stunned. “I promise I wasn’t spying! My mom’s friend is the librarian here so I help her out sometimes! You’d be amazed at some of the stuff I hear when I’m putting books away.” You giggle. “It’s fine. I get it.” “Well, I happened to be leaving the restroom as you were heading out. I saw them together and you crying and out two and two together.” He turns his head to you, giving a gentle smile. “You don’t have to put up with anybody’s nonsense. I’ve seen you around here to know you’re motivated. You’re talented. You’re... beautiful. You don’t need to have people in your life who don’t respect you or give you the love you want. Anybody would be lucky to have you. It’s their loss.” You tear up again, nodding slowly. He opens his arms. “Want a hug? Hugs make everyone feel better.” And for the first time in awhile, you feel okay. You lean in and hug him back. “Thanks,” you mutter, “I needed that. I’ve just felt unsure about myself lately.” A year later, You’re ready to date again. At least, you think you are. The “bad boy” as you called him sometimes, met up with you again at the gate to the school. “Heyyyy, looking sharp, (Y/N),” he says, playfully snapping his fingers. So, he did notice you dressed up a little more than usual today. “What’s the occasion?” You smiled. “Just feeling in the mood to dress more than usual, y’know?” As you two walk and laugh, heading to class, you look to the corner and hear a familiar pair arguing on a bench. Something, something, about what, you couldn’t care less. You keep walking, and you two stop to get a (smoothie/coffee). As you get your order and head to class, “bad boy” is looking at you from the corner of your eye. You turn to him “Whats up? Is my makeup THAT noticeable?” He laughs, but shakes his head. “I’ve never seen an instance where the girl makes the makeup look beautiful.” “Wha-?” “I’m saying-,” he stands, turning to you, looking into your eye with the most gentle and warm expression you’ve ever seen before, “ever since I first saw you, I always thought you were... amazing. You’re smart, you always manage to make me laugh, you brighten up a room when you walk in. And somehow- you can eat an entire (insert fav food here) in, like, a minute. That’s crazy impressive.” You laugh. “I- I love you, (Y/N). I love hanging out with you. When we go for a ride in my car and look out over the (valley, lake), and the stars are above us. I can’t help but feel the stars don’t compare to your shine. When you always help me with my outfits, you always make sure I look my best. Even if it is, sometimes, a snappy comment- I know you just want me to feel my best. I love joking around with you. I love watching movies with you and holding you tight during the horror movies. I love learning how to cook and bake with you as we goof off and make a mess.” You blush, HEAVILY. “But, I wanted to ask, if, we could possibly... Go on a date together? If you’re ready.” You stare up, shocked. A huge smile beams on your face. “I think that would be... awesome.” I TRIED MY BEST OK- IM HALF ASLEEP DONT KILL ME 😁😅

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