On Friday, our game day, the entire school was getting amped up the closer that we continued to get to states. People I didn't even know were already congratulating us as I walked through the halls with Cameron, but I didn't even make it to the end of the hallway before Jennifer tugged at my hand to bring me towards her locker.
"I'll meet up with you later!" Cameron laughs and sends me a knowing smile, leaving the two of us alone.
Jennifer smiles too, pressing her arms together to try and enlarge her breasts. Since it's game day she's in her cheerleading uniform, a big sparkly bow in her hair and a long sleeved top that shows half her stomach, a skirt that leaves little to the imagination to match. "Hi." She says.
"Uh, hey." I grin towards her, but I'm still confused as to why she continues trying to talk to me. She never texted me back after I blew her off a few days ago, so I definitely didn't expect her to be nice to me.
"I've been waiting to see if you'd ask me, but since you're obviously too wrapped up in whoever else is keeping your interest, I'm just going to go ahead and ask: will you go to the dance with me?"
I blink a few times in shock. Partly because I didn't think this is what she wanted to talk about, but mainly because I think this is a question I should be asking her, and not vice versa.
"And before you say no, let me just say that I think we would have a very good shot at king and queen." She gushes. "Whoever else you're wasting your time on isn't worth it, and I'll prove it to you the night of the dance. Trust me when I say it'll be worth your while to take me."
She really doesn't have to make a speech about it. I have no one else to go with. Truthfully I wasn't going to go with anyone, I was just going to ride solo with Cameron more than likely this year, but if Jennifer is going to show me a good time like she did the night of the party then hell, that's an added bonus, right?
"Sure." I shrug nonchalantly, and when she hears my answer she leans in to press her lips to mine. They taste like nothing but strawberry chapstick, the stickiness getting all over my mouth.
I'm very well aware of everyone watching us in the hallway, but she takes me by surprise and presses my back up against the locker, pushing her tongue into mine. I've never been one for PDA, but after our night together at the party it's hard for me not to think about it. I run my hands down her back, eventually squeezing onto her ass.
The one girl I would dream of taking obviously wouldn't be able to go with me, so Jennifer is the next best thing. Even if her kiss is making my face feel like I just rubbed it with jelly.
She pulls away and looks over her shoulder to the crowd that gathered to witness the rather horrible dance proposal. "I have a date!" She cheers giddily, and it's not until I look behind her that I see Maya pushing her way out of the circle.
As soon as she makes eye contact with me she just rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh of disbelief, but the pain on her face is enough to send me spiraling. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her.
"I'm going to go catch up with Cameron." I tell Jennifer, leaving her to share the exciting news with her teammates that have started screaming along with her.
It doesn't take me long to catch up with Maya. My legs are a lot longer than hers, and I grab onto her wrist with my hand to spin her around to face me. She has hot angry tears on her cheeks, and the sight feels like a knife completely stabbed me in the heart. I know how much it takes to make her cry, and the fact that I brought her to this point is agonizing.
Thankfully we're near the teachers lounge, and nobody would dare come over here to be told to go to class or do homework, so it's just her and I in the hallway, and I find myself wanting to say sorry for whatever reason.
What am I apologizing for though? I didn't do anything wrong. We aren't together. We can't be together. Even though I'd much rather prefer to go with her, we both know that we can't.
It's not that I don't get why she's upset though. This past month we've spent more time together than we ever have before, and despite holding our tongues, we both know what this is between us. It's impossible not to feel it.
"Maya..." I trail off, but now that I've stopped her I honestly don't know what to say. She waves her hand for me to say something else, but I can't find the words. I'm stuck.
"Honestly?" She laughs again and quickly wipes away the rest of her tears. "Fuck you, Ethan."
"Maya!" I hiss again and grab her wrist once more so that she can't leave. "Stop! What is wrong?"
"What's wrong? You're honestly going to ask me what's wrong? You can't seriously be that dense."
"Because I'm taking Jennifer to the dance? Because I kissed her? Is that a crime? Last time I checked I was single."
"Right." She laughs with anger and shakes her head in disbelief. "And to honestly think that I-" and then she stops herself before she adds, "Man, am I fucking stupid."
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Nothing, Ethan. Absolutely fucking nothing. I hope you enjoy your date just as much as I'll enjoy mine." And then she unzips her backpack and chucks her ibuprofen bottle at me. "You're a fucking idiot, but you still need to take them. Have Jennifer remind you from now on."
She is so jealous, and mean, and feisty, and her temper is off the wall, ready to explode at any given second. It makes me grab her by both of her arms now, our eyes blazing with fury. I can feel her breath on my lips.
"And who are you going with?" I ask, because the thought of her dancing with another man fucking kills me to the core. I don't think I'll be able to take it, but it's not fair of me to be upset with her when I just agreed to go with Jennifer. It's making me understand why she's so mad though.
We aren't together, we know that we can't be together, but I think we both have the fantasies of what it would be like if we could be together, and by having different dates, those people interfere with that fantasy. Clearly the both of us aren't ready to let go of it just yet.
"I guess you'll just have to see." She smirks devilishly, and if we weren't in the hallway then I swear I'd kiss the hell out of her right now. "One thing you should know about me though Ethan is that I am highly aware of my self-worth. Any game you try to play, I will play it ten times better and I will always win. You should know that by now."
"And what game do you think I'm playing?" I mutter.
"It doesn't matter. Just know that I'll win."
If she wins then that means that I caved. That means that I gave into this temptation and acted on impulses rather than my brain. It would mean that I chose myself and my happiness rather than think about everyone else around me like I always do.
"In this game..." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and I visibly see her gulp. "I really hope you do win, Maya."
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My Sister's Best Friend
浪漫I've been in love with Maya Garcia since I saw her for the first time in seventh grade. I know it's cliche, and I know it sounds unrealistic, but I swear it's the truth. She was everything I wanted in a girl and more, and It didn't take more than t...
