Love: A Fictional Narrative

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A hush falls over the room as she walks in. Mouths drop. Eyes go wide. Ali was sporting the guy ever girl wanted on her arm. Girls around the room started talking in hushed voices, the boys host laughed. The most popular guy was dating the known academic-freak. I personally didn't do anything, I just glanced every so often. Of course I was jealous, I had a crush on Randy for years. We used to be friends until he decided I wasn't good enough. I sure miss our stupid adventures though and everything we did as kids. He wasn't just any crush, I believed I was in love. Ali was my best friend until senior year rolled around. Isn't it a coincidence how both of the left me? She knew I loved him, but Ali doesn't care about me anymore. I shouldn't care, but I really do, and its terrible. Randy has to have ulterior motives, he expressed no interest in Ali until this summer. I had to get to the bottom of this whole thing, so …show more content…

“Hey… its Maya…we haven't talk in forever, I just have to ask you a question,” I said. Randy replied, “Um…. Ali’s going to see us talking, shoo.” “No,” I whispered, “why are you with her, when you never talked to her before this summer?” “Just listen, I didn't mean to use her… I just thought that she could help me out this year,” he whined. I gave him the dirtiest look I could, and walked away. Was he seriously using her because she has an academic advantage over almost everyone? Walking away, I was in disgusted by this whole situation. Now, the question I had was to keep this horrid news to myself or to try and tell Ali. A nights rest would be the best option, or I just needed plenty time to think. Tomorrow I was either telling her or feeling guilty every time I walked past her. The next day I got to school and I definitely made my choice. “Ali, come here please,” I shouted. She walked over and tapped her wrist as if she was giving me a time