Heather (DNF)

Crushes - George

I'm not too good at remembering things, but I remembered every detail from those days. Mainly because I wrote them down in short paragraphs. Every time I read it I relive the moment, but as it drifts farther from those days, the scenery blurs out.

December 3rd, 2018
I sat in his soft, polyester, green (at least I've been told it's green), sweater. It was a little big, but I liked the way it fit. My best friend, Dream, his real name is Clay, sat across from me, his chin resting on his palm. He said I looked good in his sweatshirt, making my heart pound.
You said it looked better on me than it did you.
Only if you knew how much I liked you.

February 14th, 2019
He kissed me. Dream, Clay, my best friend, kissed me. He took my hand, pulled me into his chest, and kissed me. His hands were so warm. His touch was gentle and firm. His lips were soft and sweet; they left tingles racing across mine. We were in the janitor's closet and he said he needed to talk to me. He never said a word, and left right after.
Why would you ever kiss me?

His slight affection towards me didn't last. It never does. After the kiss he became a bit more distant, telling people he had his first kiss. No one ever found out who though. He never told anyone and neither did I.

That all happened in our sophomore year; now we're juniors. My feelings remain the same, but my rank didn't. Dream, Sapnap, and I are considered cool. No, let me rephrase that, Dream is cool. Sapnap and I are just seen as kinda cool since we hang out with him.

A new girl walked into our first class. Her long brown hair was tied back with a light blue hair tie, sky blue eyes shone in the light, ripped skinny jeans hugged her legs, a grey tank-top hung on her shoulders, and grey vans added an inch to her height. I looked over to see Dream mesmerized. The look on his face made something in my chest burn.
She's got you mesmerized.

"Class, please meet our transfer student, Heather Brown."

"Hello, Heather." The entire class said in unison.
She waved to the class and sat down in the empty seat in front of me. I watched as Dream's eyes followed her to her seat and he studied her look. At one point he glanced over at me and I quickly looked in the direction of the teacher. She was going on about something someone did and ruined their marriage. I think his last name started with an H and his wife had a rich daddy or something.

-

The last bell rang and I walked out the front doors, heading toward the sidewalk. Sapnap waved to his friend, Karl, and jogged to catch up with me. Our houses are on the same street so we walk home together. "Did you see the way Dream was watching the new girl?" He asked, elbowing me slightly.

"Yeah. I noticed." I mumbled.

Sapnap didn't notice my cloudy mood, so he kept talking, "She's really pretty. Maybe Dream has a shot with her...imagine how high her rank would be if that happens."

I gave a small nod, watching a pebble fly in the opposite direction of my toe when they came in contact. Sapnap suddenly noticed my mood, "Hey, what's wrong?"

I hadn't told him yet. It's just been between me and my stupid journal. I don't think I'll tell him either. I don't want him to get into the middle of this.

"George?"

I didn't want to lie to him either, "Nothing...my chest just hurts a bit."
"Why?"
I shrugged, "Not sure."

-

I got home and did my homework. I pulled out my journal and wrote about today's events. It was better than talking about it to someone that will give me feedback. I don't want feedback. I just want to get stuff off my chest, but when I finished writing I still felt a dull ache.

Karl called me not long after and we talked for a bit. He never shuts up about Sapnap, so I decided I needed an interesting distraction and brought it up. "So, Karl," I hesitated, "You and Sapnap, right?"

I could tell he knew where I was going with this. There was a small, nervous chuckle on the other line before his voice drifted through the speaker, "Yes?"

"Do you like him? You talk about him a lot."

Karl stuttered, "Wh-what? No. B-bad talks about Skeppy a lot."

"Don't change the subject Karl. It's okay if you like him." I giggled.

I heard him exhale like he had been holding his breath. "Thank God. I guess I can tell you now...I have a small crush on Sapnap."

I could hear his voice getting quieter as he said it. I laughed a little. "What about you George? Anyone you like, hm? Perhaps the new girl? You seemed to be looking at her a lot."

Heather.

"No, Karl. I don't like Heather. I think Dream does. He was almost drooling by the time she sat down."
Karl laughed, "True. Like, what the honk? She could be the worst person ever."

"Exactly, and she's not even that pretty."
I'm not even half as pretty.

Karl laughed loudly, "What's your type, George?"

A small voice told me it was a trap but I ignored it. "Dirty blonde and green eyes. Well, I guess eye color doesn't matter if I can't see it." I shrugged, though he couldn't see me.

The line was silent for a moment. "Wait!" Karl giggled, "Is that why you kept looking at Heather? Cause someone else was?"

I immediately wished I had listened to the voice. "What? No! That's just- that's just ridiculous!"

He laughed, knowing my British accent came out more when I was flustered. "Are you blushing right now George?" He giggled.

I laughed uncomfortably, "I'm not blushing, Karl."

He laughed more. "Ooooh, Georgie likes Dreeeaaammm!"

"Shut up, Karl! I do not!"

That only made him laugh harder. I ended up caving, "Okay, maybe I have a small crush on him...but you can't tell anyone!"

"I won't! I won't!" He laughed in between his words.