Part one of what could be a threeshot. Please review, it encourages me!!
She smiled, nodding along with every word she spoke, although inside her heart was shattering. Why couldn't she see through the facade she had put on, to the sad, torn, sad girl on the inside? Why couldn't she see that she didn't want to talk about the latest in the fashion world, she wanted someone to listen to her problems. To listen to her cry about her mom and dad arguing, to the separate houses, even to the new man in her mom's life. Why couldn't any of her friends see that?
She couldn't talk to them about it, none of her best friends would understand, they all had the picture perfect life. The only person she could talk to was the one person she shouldn't be socializing with. However, he was always there for her and knew when she wanted to talk or when she just wanted to sit in silence. But their relationship was wrong. He was the superstar and she was the braniac. He shouldn't even know her name and yet he knew more than her friends had bothered to find out.
She glanced down at the ring on her finger and sighed. He had given it to her about a month after they first started secretly meeting. He had said it symbolised his love for her and he promised that one day everybody would know that they were together. They hadn't meant for it to go this far. He had followed her up the stairs to the secret balcony only because he thought he was the only one aware of the hideout. But then he saw her crying and sat with her until her sobbing subsided. When she questioned his as to why he was there, he shrugged and replied that he didn't like to see girls cry. She hadn't believed him but decided not to press the matter.
He hadn't been entirely lying however, he did hate to see girls cry, but that wasn't the reason he sat with her. If he was honest, there was just something that drew him to her. Perhaps it was the fact that although she had been crying and her eyes were all puffy, he had never seen someone in such a vulnerable state look so beautiful.
From there it had escalated to regular meetings on the deserted rooftop, where conversations would take place, sometimes humorous, sometimes sad and others just getting to know the people behind the stereotyped masks. She learned that his mom had left after his three-year-old sister's birth and that he was very close and protective of the little one. He was kept updated on the divorce and the aftermath, her dad's bitter talks, her mother's evenings out with her new boyfriend, the not-so-secret cause of the whole two-year affair. And all this went on in private, the rest of the school oblivious to the fact that on the rooftop, two very different people from very different cliques were shedding the status quo to listen to each other and provide comfort that everybody else seemed to lack.
And although it killed them both, they knew that it had to stay like that. Secret. She had to deal with girls constantly flirting with him and he put up with the occasional guy asking the pretty bookworm out and the locker room chats in which her name would frequently be brought up by one of his teammates, questioning why she always turned them down. But that was the way it had to be. For now anyway.
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