I am the best of the best. Captain of the hockey team and the school player. I get all the girls I want and they fall at my feet wanting me. It's a charmed life. I always get what I want when I want it.
That is, until I met her.
She was forbidden fruit; she was family. My father remarried and she was the eldest daughter of his bride. We were the same age, and things did not start well.
We fought constantly. She was my total opposite. She was clever and creative. She danced like an angel and sang like a bird. She was beautiful and graceful, and not afraid to speak her own mind. She was the first person to stand up to me. I did not mean to fall for her, but I did.
But she was family. That was the only thing preventing me from telling her the truth. I had to content myself with gazing from afar. I have had to keep pretending to fight with her and dating a long line of faceless bimbo's for almost a year.
I wonder who it was who first knew that a love that is hidden hurts the most and if it is unrequited grows despite itself. I was so much in love with her that I couldn't stand it. She was so…perfect.
Something had to be done. I couldn't get her out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her face. My dreams were filled with her, some of them bordering on naughty. I spent almost all of my time daydreaming about her. And I couldn't tell her.
It tortured me. It nibbled at me from within. I ran through the scenario's in my head if I told her. The first one made it plain that if I told her and she was disgusted at the idea she would shun me and go to her mum and ask her to move her away from me. Not good. The other one was what I dreamt would happen. I tell her and she returns the feeling, and we live happily ever after. Very, very good. Unfortunately that is unlikely to happen.
But the Valentines Day Masked Ball is coming up in a week. And I have a plan.