Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Please don’t be in love with someone else.
He was laughing. What was he laughing about?Did shesay something funny? I kept my eyes glued to the cold metallic lock in my hands. My hair fell like a curtain over my shoulders,covering my face.
My lungs squeezed so tightly that ithurt to breathe. My mind scrambled to find the reason as to why, but failed. Nothing about this was right.
He wasn’t mine; I wasn’t his.
When I looked up at them, my stomach tumbled. His arm, the same one thatused me as an armrest, slung over Charlotte’s shoulder. Her head lay against his heart. His complacent, lopsided grin revealed that dimple on his left cheek.
They fit perfectly with each other.He’s finally found someone who has an ego twice the size of his.A match made in heaven, if you asked me.
Closing my locker, I blew out a sharp breath. Knock it off, I told my stubborn heart. It refused to stop pounding in my ears.
Sunshine blinded me as I exited the school. A gentle warmth amongst the chilly air. My feet moved on their own,furthering the distance between us. I wanted to run. Get as far away as possible, but he was a magnet pulling me back. A pesky force that somehow knew exactly how to weave his way into my heart.
I hopped into my parent's old car, tossing my backpack into the passenger seat with one fluid motion. Putting the key into the ignition, something caught my eye.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Scar.”
I glanced at him for a second before pulling my eyes back to the road. “This is slow,” I stated. I was going 60 on a deserted city road, not a cloud in sight.
“I’m gonna die,”he proclaimed. “Mom, dad, I just want to thank you for all you’ve done-“
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not stupid.” Gradually, I eased on the acceleration pedal, bringing the car back down to a steady 50. I drummed my fingers on the black leather steering wheel. “If I was going to kill you,” I started, “I would’ve done it a while ago.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he retorted. “Just know, my face is one in a million and—oh my god. Signal!”
I had already turned left by the time he reminded me. He was jumping out of his seat, jaw dropped so far it made an O shape.
“You are the shittiest driver I’ve ever met.”
I shrugged, “Never claimed to be a good one.”
Taped onto the blinker was a bright yellow sticky note that read, “Signal!” in big bulky handwriting. I would’ve recognized it anywhere. Sterling’s.
The gesture, though minuscule, tainted my poor, jumbled heart. So much so, it skipped a beat. Or several, maybe. Flowers bloomed in the pit of my stomach that wilted when Sterling and Charlotte appeared.
He was the same Sterling as always, radiating confidence wherever he went. This time, though, he carried a bouquet of roses in one handand a massive poster in the other.
Holy fuck, Prom.
Charlotte asked him to Prom.
My body chilled, numbingall over. I clutched my heavychest as it knotted itself tightly.He said yes, I registered,heart sinkinglike an anchor.
Part of me wished hesaid no. Part of me wished he wouldget on one knee, andask me instead.
Sterling accompanied her halfwayto hisflashy red car. He paused, then said something inaudible. Charlotte waved, continuing towards his car. Maybe he lost something?
I watched as Sterling scanned the lot.When his eyes landed on me,I felt like I was on fire. About to combust at any moment. Blood rushed through my veins, reaching thevery tips of my fingers.
As soon as our eyes met, he winked.
It was only a minute, or slightly less, but it felt like an eternity. Before I could blink, hedisappeared into hiscar.He left me dumbfounded, thoughts disorganized and hazy.
And I hated it. I hated how he affected me. I hated how much I cared. I hated the thought of him walking her to the door, kissing her goodnight.
That’s when I knew.
I was so, hopelessly, screwed.