She’s my everything - S01 E36

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She’s my everything - S01 E36

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

Becky shook her head, as did John.

“You guys are supposed to be my friends and so far, you’re making me feel like crap for not expelling my feelings. Rather than judge me, why don’t you start telling me where I went wrong? That might be a much bigger help.” She glared at each of them.

“Me first?” Becky asked.

“You go. I’ll watch.”

“Okay, when you’re around Blue, do you feel anything different or do you feel the same as when you hang out with us? Before you answer that. Do you look forward to seeing him? I mean stomach twisting, hope building, and all the other emotional crap that goes on with it? Sweaty palms, happiness, and a goofy smile.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is, if you don’t have any serious feelings for him, none of that this would happen, and you also wouldn’t get pissed when one of the cheer girls pass him with a smile. I know for a fact you want to punch them for even looking at him.”

John chuckled.

“So, what you’re saying is that is love? It’s not just some silly crush?” she asked.

“Not everything is easily analyzed, Laylah,” John said. “You’ve got to learn to just trust. It could be a crush, but that means it could also grow into something so much more. Like me and my girl. It started out as friends at camp, and one summer, we just knew. We were in love, and the distance between us doesn’t mean shit. We’re going to be together.”

“I think it’s time we leave her to figure this one out. Tell Blue we said hi,” Becky said, giving her a hug.

Within a few seconds, she was alone and staring off at the field where Blue was playing with all of his team buddies.

He made her heart race, her pulse quicken. Blue made her feel alive.

She had thought it was just a crush. Something teenagers went through, but it was more than an immature feeling.

She didn’t look at Blue the same way she used to over an actor she adored or had a crush on. Her feelings were real.

They were getting stronger with every passing day.

Each morning when they got to school, he’d take her hand, locking their fingers together, and it would send a spike of pleasure rushing through her body.

He’d also climbed into her bedroom window a couple of times. Even with her parents downstairs, they’d made love, quietly, softly.

Waking up in his arms had been exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She couldn’t even begin to describe it.

Now as she watched him, she knew without a doubt, and a rush of guilt flooded her.

She’d messed up in more ways than one. Blue had told her every single day that he loved her, kissing her as he did, and she hadn’t.

By the time play finished, Blue shook hands with his teammates and she ran off the stands, rushing toward him.