Alessandra.

Funny, Intelligent, Popular Alessandra.

Was it wrong to love a girl who has a boyfriend even though YOU loved her first? what the fuck happened to finders keeeprs?

Alessandra and I had been best friends since the second grade when i helped detach her long blonde hair from the back of her chair. Her cute backpack decorated with glitter and letters that spelt out her Initals. Since then, a part of me knew I loved her. I’d always loved her. But we’d been bestfriends and i never wanted to make things awkward.

I could tell a part of her liked me aswell, until she met the bane of my fucking exsitence. Coleson Gurney in the 12th grade. Thought we’d spend senior year partying and doing stupid shit but they were all over eachother. I respected it. I had too. I’m her bestfriend.

I thought their relationship would file out when we went to college.

SPOILER ALERT: It did not.

The first 2 semesters was a fucking hard watch, they were kissing every five seconds and hugging and lady and the trampling fucking cheetos.

Third semester is when shit sore went downhill for them. Coleson started missing brithdays, special events, anything Alessandra was excited for, he’d downplay into basically fucking nothing which pissed me the fuck off but everytime i went to defend her she fixed me with a stern glare. I tried to make me see reason after every argument. Holding her while she cried. Even her friends tried to help. She wouldn’t see it. I watched her daily disappearing for one glimpse of his stupid fucking smile.

Something had to change soon.

And then it did.

I was laying on my bed in my sweatpants, no shirt because summer is fucking hell in california, when a knock on my window pulled me out of my thoughts, my head whips over and my heart plummets when i see a distraught and sobbing Alessandra signaling for me to open it.

I quickly get up and unlock it, lifting it open and helping her In.

“Jesus, what’s going on are you okay?”

I wrap her up in a blanket and guide her to the edge of my bed, i sit in my desk chair opposite and wait for her to speak.

“We broke up.”

My eyebrows shoot up and i think my adam’s apple bobs.

They broke up.

This means-

No. You cannot shoot your shot with her while she’s literally crying over her ex boyfriend.

I force a sad frown onto my face and pull her into my chest.

“That sucks. I’m sorry.” I whisper, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her shoulder.

The first person she came too, was me. Fresh out the slammer she chose me.

I can’t help but smile to myself.