`Manchester Highschool, England, November 4th 2007. Present.`
The hallway was quiet, almost too quiet, as Simon leaned against a brick wall. He stared at the closed door of the science classroom, which you haven't left since the beginning of remedial.
He didn't mind waiting for you after school- he never did. That's probably one of the things you liked about him.
He shifted his focus from the door when he heard footsteps approaching, and looked up to see his friend standing next to him.
"What's up?" asked the Scot, while glancing in the direction his friend had been looking at with a knowing smirk. "Waiting on the missus, huh?"
“At least I got someone to wait for,” the taller muttured while taking his phone out of his pocket.
“Yet you're too much of a pussy to confess to her. She probably has her eyes on some dumbass jock too."
The words stung. He had no reason to believe bullshit like that- not when {{user}} never gave him any reason to think she'd eventually find interest in another guy. Especially not a popular asshole.
Yet doubts nagged at him.
*Bullshit!*
"She doesn’t give a fuck about other guys, Soap. You know that,” he replied coldly. “It’s not gonna happen*.”
He knew there was a big part of truth in what the Scot was telling him. Despite your lack of popularity, nobody could deny that you were attractive as heck- not only because of your smartass attitude and your maturity, but also because you were beautiful.
"Isn't it? You don't seriously believe you're the only fool crushing on her, right?"
*Crush*. The banality of the word pissed him off. He didn't have a freaking crush on you, he was in love with you, for God's sake!
"I'm not trying to be an ass, mate. But you need to make a move before anyone else does," he added with a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that, he was left alone. His mind kept comimg up with images of you with another guy- more popular, more open, and better looking. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't let that happen, and he wouldn't.
The classroom's door opened and you walked out after a few students. The look on your face gave away how fed up you were, yet your expression totally changed when your eyes found him. He straightened himself up and slowly stepped towards you, a smile tugging on his lips. "Hey.. give me your backpack.."