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The weeks went by and Michael watched between the walls of the school's hallways how much his best friend has completely changed. He tried numerous times to talk to Nikita but failed at each attempt because she's been hanging out with this good looking British guy.
Not that he cared but his heart clenched in his chest every time he saw her laughing at someone else's jokes. It must be how it feels to see someone that you truly love just move on from you because of one simple mistake.
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It's Saturday afternoon and Michael was getting ready for his soccer game at three o'clock. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about Nikita even when he had Cassandra who was obviously enough to preoccupy his mind. He just misses his best friend and it hurts that she's not here at a moment where he's struggling with a few things that only she would understand and be able to help him out.
Grabbing a bottle of red Gatorade, he swung his sports bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys on his way out the house.
He got in his car and begin to drive away when suddenly she popped in his mind again. Connecting his phone to the car, he dialed her number and tried to call once more. All he wants to do is talk to her. Get closure, hear her voice and have a conversation like old times.
If apologizing was what it took, then he'd do it a million times just for them to be fine again. Just for her to be able to look at him in the eyes without that hurtful look on her face.
However, his hopes were once again shattered to pieces when he was sent straight to her voicemail box.
He sighed and ran his hands through his long spiky hair. This is entirely his fault and there's no one else to blame.
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Three o'clock was right around the corner and the boys were on the soccer field warming up before their exciting game. The cheerleaders should arrive soon ad Michael was just waiting for the time when he'll spot a redhead.
It didn't take very long for that to happen because in her cheerleading uniform was Nikita walking towards the field with a few girls behind her.
Michael stopped kicking the soccer ball and jogged to meet her. This was the only chance he was going to get to convince Nikita to sit down with him and talk. He didn't mean to hurt her... Not in a million years. But he did and he oughta work to fix it.
"Hi." Michael greeted shyly when he came to a stop before Nikita and the rest of her squad.
To be honest, he felt kind of small and intimidated.
Nikita looked back at her squad and nodded. "Y'all can go ahead and start warming up without me." She told them. "I need a minute."
When the rest of the team left, Nikita finally turned around with a flip of her hair and for the first time in weeks they made eye contact and she hadn't realized how much she missed looking into those green eyes of his.
She uncomfortably chewed on her lower lips as Michael took a step closer to her.
"What's up?" She asked.
Michael shrugged. "I don't know." He said. "You've been avoiding me in any ways you can."
Nikita shook her head. "I've been busy." She told him. "There's a difference."
"Busy with what?" Michael asked with a raised of his eyebrows initiating that even though they haven't been that close lately, he still knows her better than anyone.
"Does it even matter?" Nikita replied.
Michael looked away. He was almost at rage with her right now but he knows he hasn't the right to be. He's the one who screwed up and lied to her. He broke her number one peeves and she looked done and over him.
"Nikita, why does it have to be this way between us?" He finally burst.
Nikita looked rather shocked. Maybe he still cares after all.
The wind blew her silky red hair and she gently reached them with a hand and pushed a stray of locks behind her ears.
"It didn't have to be." She replied. "But you're the one who screwed up and decided to lie to me, to my face!" She almost yelled. "You did that, not me. You brought our friendship to where it is." She said frustratedly.
"It's been a month, Nikita." Michael reasoned.
"Exactly." Nikita rolled her eyes. "I've moved on. I think you should too."
And right then she could feel her throat closing in. She hasn't moved on and she probably never will because she loves this guy no matter how betrayed she felt.
Michael wouldn't accept that fact either. He screwed up and he knows that but they've come far too long to just not be cool anymore.
He grabbed Nikita's hand and intertwined his fingers in the empty space left between hers.
"I don't believe you." He said shaking his head "You can't easily just move on this quickly after a fourteen year friendship."
Seriously? He was questioning her right now?
Nikita was so engulfed with anger, she felt like she will explode sometimes soon and it wouldn't be pretty.
"You obviously did!" She yelled at him. "Look, just leave me alone, ok? We were never anything but friends and we'll never be anything more. So don't talk to me like I was your girlfriend. Cassandra's your girlfriend, go be with her and leave me alone, please!" She cried with unshed tears in her eyes.
Michael nodded as he let god her hand. He took a few seconds to look at her and he was disappointed.
"If that's what you want." He simply said before he spun on his heels and walked away.
More tears rushed in Nikita's eyes and she could just feel her heart breaking.
Fuck!
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After Michael's victorious game, he felt broken, overly exhausted and still disappointed. Instead of going out to celebrate with the team, he decided to go home and just lie down on his couch with ice on the sore parts of his body.
He flipped the television channels hoping to find something interesting enough that would entertain him. What more could he do? His best friend basically hates him and wants nothing to do with him anymore. Her last words just kept playing in his head and it hurt so deep inside his soul.
He wants to give up, he wants to let her go and respect that they really have lost what they once had but how do you move on from someone who occupies your mind day and night? He wants to make it right between them again. They'll probably never be the same or as tight as they used to be but at least she'd forgive him and he wouldn't live forever blaming himself.
He picked up his phone from the glass table and scrolled down his contacts. He dialed Cassandra's number and brought the phone to his ears.
Maybe he committed the biggest mistake of his life by being with her and choosing her over Nikita. Or maybe he and Cassandra were meant to be after all. He didn't know anything but he needed to know one thing before making any stupid decisions.
Cassandra answered the phone after a few ringing sounds. Her voice sounded a little quiet probably because she was at work.
"How was your game?" She asked.
Michael sighed. "It was good." He replied. "We won."
Cassandra chuckled. Of course they did. "Congratulations baby." She said proudly.
"Thanks." Michael murmured.
"So what are you doing?" Cassandra asked.
"Nothing." Michael replied.
The real reason he called was to ask her a question. Not really to have a whole boring conversation about his soccer game.
"Can I ask you a question, Cassandra?" He asked.
Cassandra sounded hesitant over the phone at how serious Michael seemed.
"Sure." She said.
"You promise me an honest answer?" Michael asked.
"Um, as close to it as I can get." She promised.
"If, I wasn't popular, if I didn't come from a rich family-" Michael begin. "If I was just a regular kid with no sports talent, no hot body, no popularity or anything at all," He said. "If I was just like any average teenager, would you still be interested in me?" He asked.
"But you aren't." Cassandra chuckled. "You're Michael and you've got all that. Why question it?" She said.
Michael clenched his teeth. "That's not what I asked." He said angrily.
If it was Nikita he asked a question like this, she'd answer him honestly.
"Then what?" Cassandra said.
"Do you really love me, Cassandra?" Michael asked again.
"I'm attracted to you." Cassandra replied.
"That's not even my question!" Michael said in a high-pitched tone.
"Do you doubt that I do?" Cassandra asked.
Obviously she'd turn things and make it all about her.
"Whatever." Michael mumbled. "I have to go. I'll talk to you later." He said.
He hung up the phone before Cassandra could get another word out.
He knows for sure that he doesn't love Cassandra and that his feelings for her aren't as strong as his feelings for Nikita are.
It was a mutual feeling attraction that they both felt and he got caught up in the process because he's just naive sometimes. He gave up the one person that made him smile every day for somebody else that was probably not even worth it.
Look what that got him? Absolutely nothing. Nothing, but a huge distance between his best friend after fourteen years.
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Well this is it for this new chapter! I know there wasn't much of Sean or Alex in the chapter but I promise you guys that Sean will be making an appearance next chapter and hopefully that will be soon. Things are going to start to take a turn very soon and I hope you guys are excited for what's in store. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter and I hope it made up for the wait. Also, please leave me a review and let me know what you guys thought. Until next time, xoxo!