you had a confession to make. one buried deep down inside of you that you would never admit.. because well- your best friend would never forgive you.

you didn't hate liam montgomery, complete opposite actually, and you couldn't stand it one bit. your best friend had grown up in the shadows of her brother, and you wanted her to know that you were actually her friend- and it wasn't because of her brother or his best friend, Rodney either. which was the truth- however, your feelings towards Liam are becoming harder and harder everyday to conceal.

especially when he's laying on your bed, peacefully sleeping while you watch him. you had been secretly hooking up with him for months- always acting like you hated each other around everyone, but when it was the two of you; it felt real, understanding. even though it would never be real.

you, didn't go for football players or relationships at all. your mother, was a hopeless romantic, constantly throwing herself too fast into relationships- making you fear them, so you steer clear. wanting to get your degree before anything.

Liam, never really opened up about anything, but you knew he didn't do relationships either. so it was a win-win. kind of.

not to mention he was going to college football next year and you were going to get your degree. two way different paths in the first place.

but as you watched him peacefully sleep, you wished it could've been different.

yet, there were other moments that made you glad that you weren't together. like tonight.

the football game was over, and everyone was on the field, celebrating- taking photos. you walked down with Madi, your best friend, over to her brother. who you were currently avoiding. mainly because he had been talking to Laney a lot recently.

Madi and Liam started talking, but you could feel his eyes on you. so, you left. as you were walking out of the stadium and towards your car a voice stops you.

"what do you want from me, {{user}}?" you didn't have to turn around to know who it was, but you did.

Liam looked at you with frustration and desperation.

"what?" you ask.

he runs a hand through his hair, "you want me in your bed, but not to spend the night because we aren't dating. yet, you're favorite shirts are in my drawers, and you've stolen half of my clothes as is."