Chapter Three

Benjamin Alfort
Nice guess. I am in love with my own best friend, Al. I will give up everything to make her happy. She may not realize it but I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. The fact that she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen can never keep me from stop loving her. She has the heart that every single soul in this world would fight for. And the soul that every single human would die for. She is like the angel, an angel that you would definitely fall for.

Chapter 3

I sucked the fresh air in, trying to breathe easy and just write a poem. The view was so beautiful. I was sitting at the top of a hill that somehow I’ve never been to. It was the greatest view ever. I looked around me. He was not there yet. He was late. I tapped my pencil on my notebook, still waiting for him to arrive and apologize to me for being late. I sketched on my notebook a little and decided to write a poem. I was about to finish the poem when he arrived. He rubbed my hair and sat beside me. I raised my voice to him and I was not sure why I did it. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never do that again.” he said. He held my hand and I could feel the warmness of his soft hand. But the weird thing was that I couldn’t see his face. I could hear his voice. But it was not clear. He touched my face and it felt like I was electrified. Suddenly, he………….

I woke up. Gah! It was just a dream. I sighed. I tried to close my eyes and sleep again to continue the dream but I couldn’t. I guess, having sweet dreams are just not as easy as having nightmares. When you have a nightmare, you’ll do whatever it takes to stop it and just wake up from your sleep and it’s an easy thing to do. But when you’re having a sweet dream, you’ll do whatever it takes to dream it again and force yourself back to sleep and it’s not an easy thing to do.
Stace stood in front of me, waiting for an apology. I smiled to her and said, “I wanna apologize for my behavior yesterday. I’ve been acting like a fool and the bottom line is…. You should hook up with Clay. He’s a nice guy.” I said and the sentence said by me was like fully written by Stacy Maidren. It was like, she paid me to say that to her. I didn’t mean of what I told her. I just told her that to calm her down. She hugged me and started to talk about Clay again. “Obviously, he purposely touched my ass just now. But he said that he ACCIDENTALLY. Clay was so funny!” We both laughed. Well, Stace laughed. I was just actually faking it.
I told Stace about my dream that night. “He could be the guy of my dream, Stace. Maybe he’s meant for me.” I said. She shook her head and said, “No, Al. Don’t believe in it too much. Dreams don’t come true. They’re only playing with your head. Listen to my advice honey, because you don’t wanna get hurt.” Maybe Stace was right. Maybe dreams don’t come true. But I couldn’t stop thinking about this guy. It was like; I’m in love with him or something. But… I don’t even know him.
I sketched an ugly Clayton on my notebook. I hated that guy. I drew him sitting on the ground in his superman boxer, with miserable curly wet-looking hair, huge nose, and incredibly thick lips. That’s what I do to release my stress. I’m not like Dolly. I don’t spread or create rumours about them. Ben pinched my nose when he passed me by. Yeah, I was blushing. Only because he was being funny. No other than that.
Max and Burton popped out in front of me with question marks on their faces. But they were actually smiling. “Why you’re smiling, Sheepy?” asked Burton. He and Max both giggled like they were talking about me before. And then Max said, “We saw you with a guy. Boyfriend, huh?” I ran my fingers through my hair to push my front hair backwards. I laughed. I shook my head and continued laughing. Max and Burton looked at each other and laughed too. “No, sillies! Ben’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend and we met since we were kids.” They raised their eyebrows and by that I could see that they were thinking, childhood lovers? “Oh my God! You love him!” yelled Max. “Let me guess. Your first kiss…. With Ben?” asked Burton. I admitted to him. Ben is my first kiss. When we were kids, our families gathered at his home playing truth or dare. That was when my father was still at home. They dared us to kiss when the bottle pointed at me. “If only my mom dare me to kiss a girl. I’ll never argue with her about anything,” mumbled Max. I told them how amazing the kiss was. “He’s a bad kisser” I said. I could see that Burton was trying to tell me not to fall for Ben because he’s my best friend. He mumbled about how it is going to affect our relationship. But surprisingly, Max was trying to support me. He kept on telling me about his girlfriend, Melanie Wicker, one of the Fakers, about how strong their relationship was. But he didn’t know about one thing. Mel was cheating on Max with Burton. How did I know about it? Because I saw them. I saw Mel and Burton having sex in his car after school at the park. But I just kept it to myself. I don’t spread rumours about other people. I stared at Burton face when Max told me about Mel. He just looked at the ground without saying anything. Then he looked at me. He realized I was looking directly at him. It was like I could read his mind asking me….. “You know about it, sheepy?”

I ran into Clay. He did his ‘sorry’ face. But I just acted cool. I was not in the mood to fight. “I… um… Well, I’m sorry that I acted that way before.” I apologised. Yeah, I did. I grabbed the chance to apologise first. Somehow, I realised that I was the ‘guilty’ one. I overreacted and he was right. I hated him before. I hated every single cell on his body and he deserves to know why I did. I was being unreasonable to yell at him. He smiled. The curve at the edge of his lips somehow made me smile too. Clay is, no doubt, the best looking man in town. When he smiles, oh my, I swear I could feel the vibration of my heart trough my chest. I was not surprise that I blushed when he looked straight into my light brown eyes. But the weird thing was seeing him blushed when I looked straight into his, well hazel eyes. Burton coughed. That stopped us from staring at each other. I didn’t want it to last though. Even though I hated him, I never hate to look at him. “I…. I need to talk to you, Sheepy. Um…. About something.” said Burton. I guess that he was going to ask me about Mel. About ‘Did I saw them?’ Clay looked at both of us with his curious eyes and chuckled. “I just let you both talk then. Later!” he said. He walked away and left me standing there waiting for Burton to start the conversation. Burton wiped his sweat off of his forehead and I could see that he was trembling. He asked “Did… Did you saw us?” There you go. I sure put him in a stress state when I stared at him when Max mumbled about Mel. I held his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “No, Burton. You don’t have to worry about it. Your secret is safe with me. Lock in my mind. And I’m not gonna tell anyone about it. Here. Keep this.” I said, placing something in his hand. “What is it?” he asked and I said “My imaginary key.” We both laughed. I could see that he was relieved. He took the key somehow. I would never tell Max about it because I rather see Burton happy with his life compare to Max. I didn’t like Max that very much. That guy is one hell of a backstabber. They say he backstabbed his own mother by telling people about her secrets.