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“...and your last nominee is Riku!”
I scoffed.
And cue the squeals of the fangirls. They were noisier than usual, I’m assuming they’ve had new recruits over the past couple days.
Whether he wanted the homecoming king position or not, that boy definitely had this in the bag.
I could just imagine him rolling his bright turquoise eyes if he were right next to me.
I shake the thought out of my head.
Since when had I cared about the color of his eyes, let alone call them bright?
I scuffled out of the auditorium, completely disregarding everything else that the faculty had to announce about the upcoming homecoming dance.
It’s not like I was going to attend, anyway.
I reached the school hallways and trudged to my locker, and it was when two figures caught my attention.
A tall, athletic silhouette with a mop of silver hair.
Riku.
With another girl.
I swallow the growing lump in my throat.
Riku nervously fidgeted around with a small piece of paper that he had fished out of his pocket.
It caught my eye, and I immediately locked in on said target.
He was about to hold it over his head to stop me from grabbing it, but, years of being his bestfriend had made me an expert yanking stuff away from him.
I leapt and before he knew it, the scrap of paper had been snatched by my fingers.
He tried to take it back, but he was too late.
My thumbs had unfurled it, only to discover a scribble of a love confession and a phone number.
My heart sank a little, but before I could dwell on it, I saw a smile on Riku’s face.
“What’s the grin for?” I questioned him as he made a poor attempt at hiding the cheeky smirk on his face.
“What are you talking about?” Another shitty attempt to dodge the question.
I flashed him a fake grin. “You like her too, don’t you?”
The silver haired boy shrugged. “She’s kinda cute, what can I say?” He deftly proceeded to take the note from my hands.
I punch him lightly on the shoulder. “Go get her, tiger.”
The end of my flashback snapped me out of my trance. I realized I was within earshot of the couple, so I surreptitiously hide behind a corner of lockers.
I was supposed to be the ever supportive best friend, but the scene in front of me sent a small pang in my heart.
Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop me from rearing my head to get a glimpse of them.
My slender fingers run themselves along my [hair color] hair.
He leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She sweetly giggled, covering her mouth with a dainty hand.
I felt heat rush to my face.
I wasn’t jealous, how could I be? Riku and I were just friends.
It’s probably just anger, after all, he and I planned to meet today after school!
My heartbeat was so loud I could just feel the thumping reverberating across my chest.
Why was I so anxious?
The all too familiar feeling of heartache started to overcome my senses. Tears prickled my eyes, threatening to leak.
I needed to get out of here.
About an hour later, I’m splayed out on my bed, blank pools of [eye color] gazing at the ceiling.
Months ago, I was certain I had bottled up all my feelings for him.
My hands reflexively feed my open mouth a couple of gummy bears. My jaw slowly chewed on the candy as my mind processed my scrambled emotions.
My figure was encased in Riku’s muscular arms. I could feel him breathe and take in my scent.
What just happened?
All I could recall was us stealing certain bottles from his parents’ liquor cabinet. We experimentally tasted said liquids out of sheer teenage curiosity. Tension grew thick in the air. First kisses were stolen. Clothes came off. There was a little bit of pain, a little bit of blood. Comforting words, reassuring kisses. And then it was all pleasure.
And an implied love confession.
“You’re mine.” I still remember him declaring as he released his warmth inside me.
My eyes close shut and I grab a pillow to bury my face in.
I felt a warm blush rise to my cheeks.
Just thinking about it makes me embarrassed!
Strong, calloused hands rub my hair in a very comforting manner.
I wasn’t gonna lie and say I wasn’t enjoying it, but this didn’t feel right.
It wasn’t because we were both drunk, if anything, we were mildly tipsy and all the alcohol did was make us braver to give in to our teenage hormones.
At the time, my best friend had been entertaining several girls, they weren’t ‘together-together’ by any means, but there was something.
The thought made me snap of my afterglow reverie.
I didn’t want to be girl number whatever on his list.
And yet, here I was, in his arms. I had offered him my virginity on a silver platter and let him do things to me that no other boy had.
I unceremoniously squirmed out of his warm embrace. Something inside me refused to look at him, and the pained expression on his face as I scrambled to search the floor for my discarded clothing.
“Where are you going?” He coolly tried to mask the disappointment in his tone, but I knew him better than that.
Shit, gotta make up a lie. Quick!
“I, uh, have homework to do.” I lied, my quivering hands clumsily hooking the band of my bra around my chest.
He raised a silver eyebrow at me. “Since when have you cared about homework?”
“Riku, my mom’s looking for me.” I supplemented as I slip my feet into the leg holes of my panties and jeans.
His large hand reached for my phone that was on his nightstand. He turned the light on, made a face, and showed me the screen.
No missed calls, no messages.
“Tell me exactly why you’re in a hurry. It’s Friday.” He reasoned. “We don’t have school tomorrow.”
Riku lifted himself off the bed, causing the blankets to cascade on the sheets, revealing his muscular build.
I tried my hardest not to stare at the beautiful sight. His slim torso and abs looked so sexy. Not to mention that his... was just staring back at me. Nothing I haven't seen before, but it was still embarrassing.
“I’m sorry, Riku,” I apologized. “I just want to go home.”
He huffed in defeat. “Fine. Just promise me one thing.”
I swallowed.
He gently grabbed my chin to make me look at him. “Th-things aren’t gonna change between us, right?”
His grip on my chin is gone and I feel a warm, heavy weight on top of my hand. His thumb sweetly caressed the back of my hand.
It couldn’t be, he couldn’t be...
Oh, Riku. I’m sorry.
My [eye color] eyes darted back and forth from his handsome face and the pleading hand on top of mine.
“Yeah, we’re still gonna stay friends. Don’t worry.” I reassured him.
The hopeful look on his face dissipated. “I, yeah. Okay, [Name].” The comforting grip he had on my hand was immediately gone.
After I had gotten fully dressed, he offered to walk me home but I just shot him down.
To say that things didn’t change between us was an outright lie. Yes, we kept the same dynamic when we were in public, or with other people.
But when it was just us alone, the sexual tension hung all over us like smoke.
One night, we gave in to the urges again. No words were needed to be exchanged, [eye color] just gazed deeply, needily, into turquoise, then desperate lips crashed into each other, and clothes were thrown on the carpeted floors of his bedroom. I remember us causing damage to his bed as well.
It became routine for us.
Almost everyday after school, we would meet up at the hallways. None of us would verbally ask for sex, but we’d give each other a certain look, head to his place or mine (whichever was more convenient and/or available at the time), do the deed, and proceed to be bestfriends like nothing just happened.
It seemed like an unspoken agreement between us, to not mention anything about it to other people, or even each other.
Whatever feelings or reservations we had about our trysts and ‘relationship’ were to be kept to ourselves.
And now here I am, confused and messed up.
Perhaps if I had talked about any of this to someone, anyone, I would at least have a fraction of my shit together.
I buried my face in my hands out of frustration. A sigh and a huff later, I’ve made up my mind.
I proceeded to dial a certain spiky-haired brunette’s number.