Extraordinary Girl, chapter 1
I sighed and looked away; I couldn't handle it anymore, why?
I walked off; thoughts of the two of them together stabbed my heart like daggers.
My best friends were an item, Billie Joe the boy I had grown up with and known since I was like 2 and my best friend from high school, Siyah, were going out.
It hurt me and it hurt me bad, I've loved Billie Joe for as long as I can remember as a best friend and a true love, I knew I would love him more then Siyah does, more then any other girl would. We were so close and told each other everything, I knew we would never have a chance and I hated myself for doing this to Siyah, but that didn't stop me from dreaming.
I walked down the street with my head hanging low, the cold November rain dripping down my hood and making little splashes in front of my footsteps. My heart was breaking and my eyes were sore from crying so much. I was shivering as I felt the cold wind hit my skin. I had enough pain for one day and decided I couldn't take it anymore so I crossed my arms tightly and headed homeward bound.
I arrived home and sat down on the couch, just as I was about to put on the TV, my doorbell rang; I groaned and got up to answer it.
I gasped when I saw who it was, Billie was standing there, his eyes looked red and bloodshot and his eyeliner was all smudged, I wasn't sure whether he had been crying or if it was just the rain. I moved aside to let him in.
"Thanks, Yas," he muttered and smiled, I smiled back; we went into the lounge and sat down.
"You ok?" I asked. He hesitated and then looked up to face me,
"I don't know... I'm having a lot of trouble with Siyah; I don't know what to do," he sighed, running his hands through his dark, wet hair. It hit me: he was upset because of Siyah, which means he really cares about her, right?
I ignored my thoughts and tried to help him out instead.
"What's happening as such I asked?" Taking a glimpse into his eyes, he stared back at me.
"We're having so many arguments about everything and anything, it's just unreal..." he replied, looking away from me. I sighed and put my arm around him to hug him.
"Don't worry too much, you're probably just going through a rocky stage at the moment but fights are what help to strengthen a relationship," I told him reassuringly.
He thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Yasemin, you're a great friend, I don't know what I'd do without you," he said gratefully, smiling and hugging me back. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, those two last words stinging through me: "great friend."
Yep, I guess that's all I am to him, I thought, either way at least I was something to him, and I was happy to help him out, but I hope that one day he can see me how I see him.
I walked off; thoughts of the two of them together stabbed my heart like daggers.
My best friends were an item, Billie Joe the boy I had grown up with and known since I was like 2 and my best friend from high school, Siyah, were going out.
It hurt me and it hurt me bad, I've loved Billie Joe for as long as I can remember as a best friend and a true love, I knew I would love him more then Siyah does, more then any other girl would. We were so close and told each other everything, I knew we would never have a chance and I hated myself for doing this to Siyah, but that didn't stop me from dreaming.
I walked down the street with my head hanging low, the cold November rain dripping down my hood and making little splashes in front of my footsteps. My heart was breaking and my eyes were sore from crying so much. I was shivering as I felt the cold wind hit my skin. I had enough pain for one day and decided I couldn't take it anymore so I crossed my arms tightly and headed homeward bound.
I arrived home and sat down on the couch, just as I was about to put on the TV, my doorbell rang; I groaned and got up to answer it.
I gasped when I saw who it was, Billie was standing there, his eyes looked red and bloodshot and his eyeliner was all smudged, I wasn't sure whether he had been crying or if it was just the rain. I moved aside to let him in.
"Thanks, Yas," he muttered and smiled, I smiled back; we went into the lounge and sat down.
"You ok?" I asked. He hesitated and then looked up to face me,
"I don't know... I'm having a lot of trouble with Siyah; I don't know what to do," he sighed, running his hands through his dark, wet hair. It hit me: he was upset because of Siyah, which means he really cares about her, right?
I ignored my thoughts and tried to help him out instead.
"What's happening as such I asked?" Taking a glimpse into his eyes, he stared back at me.
"We're having so many arguments about everything and anything, it's just unreal..." he replied, looking away from me. I sighed and put my arm around him to hug him.
"Don't worry too much, you're probably just going through a rocky stage at the moment but fights are what help to strengthen a relationship," I told him reassuringly.
He thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Yasemin, you're a great friend, I don't know what I'd do without you," he said gratefully, smiling and hugging me back. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, those two last words stinging through me: "great friend."
Yep, I guess that's all I am to him, I thought, either way at least I was something to him, and I was happy to help him out, but I hope that one day he can see me how I see him.
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