Cause He's Bittersweet
Chapter 1
"Hey Em" he said with a smile as he passed by me. I felt nerves rising up in my stomach and suddenly I dropped all my books on the floor. He turned around and smiled again.
"Want me to help you?" he asked. I smiled awkwardly and bent down to pick up my books without even replying.
He sat on his knees and started collecting my notebooks. Unfortunately a piece of writing with lyrics on slipped from the pad I had for free writing and he picked it up.
"What's this?" he asked glancing at it.
"Nothing" I replied hurriedly and grabbed it from his hands.
"You write lyrics?" he asked and laughed, not sure if he was laughing at me or at the lyrics. I blushed and glanced down awkwardly.
"Well, anyway. Catch ya later" he said as he got up and handed me my books.
"Yeah, ok" I replied as he left.
A huge sigh escaped my mouth as soon as he left. I couldn't resist him as much as I tried. I watched as he walked towards his friends and pecked his girlfriend's cheek before they all disappeared in the classroom.
"Earth to Emma?" my best friend, Meghan said waving her hand in front of me.
"What?" I asked as I started heading to my classroom.
"Just when will you get over him?" she asked. I rolled my eyes.
"You'll never understand me" I mumbled.
"No, I won't. I mean, Emz, you've been stuck to him since we got in high school. And he hasn't even shown any interest" Meghan insisted.
"Can you just drop it? Mind your own business" I said harshly staring at her. She sighed and took her seat at the back of the class.
Sometimes, I agreed with her. I shouldn't be so hung up on one guy when he's not interested in me and doesn't look at me the same way I do. But it's Danny Jones I'm talking about. He was just perfect; those innocent blue eyes, messy brown curls, that captivating smile, his laughter, his talent in music and sports; he was in a band, he played football, well as I said he was perfect. And I couldn't get over him. I tried, believe me, I did. But a look was enough to melt me, make my heart beat at the speed of light, send shivers up my spine. He controlled me like a puppet; I was his toy.