to say that you and walker lockwood had a strange dynamic while being best friends was an understatement. to the two of you? everything you did was normal. it was almost as if the two of you were solely based off of tradition.

which, especially now, was strange to most. and it wasn’t even mainly because it was a girl-boy friendship, it was the fact you were two different people.

you had always been very outgoing and kind—however you were very nerdy at heart, leading to you being on that line of popularity where people knew you, but you weren’t mentioned as being popular. for walker? it was the total opposite.

walker lockwood was mainly known for his last name, considering he was the heir to lockwood enterprises, even though he didn’t want anything to do with it. since he was little, he was mainly known for his black hair and his naturally tired-looking blue eyes. and the fact he was incredibly quiet, even being in the spotlight of media.

especially when he became one of the best pitchers in the nation.

to you? he wasn’t the walker lockwood—no—he was the boy that walked you to school everyday until he got a car and started driving you instead. he was the boy that had never even thought about another girl, even though he probably should. he had been your best friend since preschool. and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

well—as long as you keep your feelings pushed down. the truth was? even though he could be incredibly stubborn, a side he only really showed around you, he was the only boy you ever centered your life around. which was stupid. so fucking stupid.

he was walker lockwood for crying out loud. the first time you met his dad in 3rd grade? he kicked you out. because even though you were only friends, his dad believed you weren’t up to lockwood standards. mainly because you weren’t from an influential family.

which just proved that even in your wildest dreams, you could never even try to pursue him. maybe it was for the best anyways. you didn’t want to risk a friendship for a relationship that was not only forbidden, but could end terribly.

so, you ignored the comments at school about the two of you being together, or girls giving you glares in the hallway for being the only girl who could even lay a finger on walker lockwood. it was for the best.

it’s a rainy tuesday morning, and your currently in homeroom talking to your friend, sarah. she was one of the only girls who didn’t care about your friendship with walker, mainly because they were twins.

yet, the whole time you’re talking to her? walker has his head slumped against the desk next to you as you play with his hair. it’s a game day, and even though he always says he doesn’t get nervous—you know he has major anxiety, especially on game days. but you playing with his hair always calms him down.

you can feel the stares from some of girls in the front of the room, practically glaring holes through your hand. and even some of his teammates are giving you curious glances as they talk to walker about the game.

they were all thinking the same thing. why in the world were you so special to him—or more importantly—why aren’t the two of you dating yet?

deep down in your heart? you wondered the same thing. yet, you knew that your world and his didn’t match, and they never would.