My Best Friends Brother (Ch.7)

I didn't wanna get up that morning. I was dreading hearing the hurtful words that I knew  Shane was going to say. Although Shane was on my mind, something else was tearing at my insides. The idea of not being Jessie's friend anymore, not sharing clothes or laughing at stupid jokes. Even the thought of it filled my eyes with tears. I gasped. My thoughts trailed to the dream that I had months ago.

"No! Shane don't!" I screamed. But he seemed unable to hear me. Moments before Jessie had walked up to him. Hugged him. Shane was now dancing with Jessie, their happy spirits unaffected by my sorrow. "Shane, she's not worth it! She'll hurt you, like she did to me!" I screamed again, tears streaming down my face. The air seemed to swirl around just us three, and we were someplace unknown. I turned and saw Shane hand in hand with her. My eyes fluttered open. 

I felt my face. It was wet with the salty water of sadness, anger, and confusion. I didn't know exactly who I was crying for, my crush for a while, that I thought I was destined to be with, or my best friend for five years, backstabbing me with a sharp dagger. I pondered this for a minute. My thinking came up with nothing.

After not so careful consideration of what I looked like, I trudged down the front steps of my house. I looked behind me every so often, making sure Shane wasn't coming up behind me.

I arrived at the bus stop. I stopped abruptently. No wonder i didn't see him. He's already here. I thought to myself, sighing inwardly. There was no point in returning Yasmin's friendly wave, as all the energy had been sapped of my limbs. I sat down lazily, my thoughts straying to Shia Labeouf.

"Huh? Oh, it's you." Shane had poked my relentlessy until I snapped out of my daydream. "Waddya want?"

"About yesterday..." he started.

"Don't bother. It doesn't matter." I finished it.

"Oh. Okay." Shane looked away dissapointedly.

"Um, could you like, move you're blocking my view." I said sharply, trying to get him out of my face."

"Well, I just wanted say that... I'm sorry. I didn't know." Shane said slowly, as if I didn't understand English.

"OF COURSE YOU KNEW! You couldn't tell that I liked you from the start?! When I defended you all of those times? It was so obvious. I'm pretty sure Jessie told you. Did she? Nevermind, I don't wanna know. When I asked you to dance, you just looked over my shoulder and walked away. Do you know how much it hurt when it didn't phase you when I was yelling at jessie it was because I liked you? Yeah, that's right, liked. I could care less if you just went and died! Now Jessie, or should I say you're girlfriend--"

"Heather, Jessie isnt my girlfriend. I don't like her," Shane said, looking taken aback.

"Then why did you dance with her and not me?" I asked.

"Because...." he faltered.

"Go on..."I urged him.

"Because I was afraid if I danced with you, I would let it slip that I like you. I've known ever since that phone call with Beth. I overheard you telling her that you liked me. I was surprised actually, I had no idea. After that, I always pictured my first kiss with you. But I never would have thought... " Shane's voice trailed off.

I was shocked. Stunned. I walked up to him, got very close to his lips, and went toward his ear and whispered, so only he could hear, "Well, I guess your never going to have that kiss are you?" and walked away.