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Chapter 1

I stared longingly at the clock, its hands inching ever so slowly.

The English teacher had bored the entire class into a deep slumber with his lecture about Shakepere's play. To tell you if any one soul cared about his discovery and remarks about the character sheets of these people in this story, I can certainly say with my chest that no one did. 

Mr. Dirkson had this special ability to be the most uninteresting individual of all mankind and I don't think he realised his... sublime power to cast dozing spells over all those who dare listen to anything he has to say for more than 3 seconds. 

I continued counting the seconds passing by on this wonky wall clock, chewing the pencil's head as I usually do.

From my right side, a soft murmur from my desk partner capture my undivided attention. It's as though my ears perked at the voice of my, ahem, beloved, to wake me up from my zombie daze at the clock. Gospel.

"Hey, " he whispered to me. Gospel during this time took the liberty to cover his notepad with silly little doodles as he often does. He smiled at me with a dopey grin on his face. He seemed excited about something and while I was eager to get in on the scoop, my face I image did not reflect my equal interest in his sudden interest.

"What?"

"Oh, did I get you at a bad time? Did you wander somewhere in your mind kingdom where you shouldn't." he quipped at me at my tone. I rolled my eyes and shook it off, attempting to appear a bit.... excited? or at least not as tense as I am currently presenting.

"Sigh, what, Gospel? do you want?" I perked with a smile. 

He smiled back replying, "Sam and I wanna go to the mall. Think you can... maybe..." he began then trailed off. "You okay?" he asked. No and I could tell the question came with his observing the switch my aura. I absolutely was no okay. The smile I faked turned to a cold stone stare.

"Um... " I began but had no words. I knew exactly what he was going to ask. I knew exactly what was coming, "you wanted to go to that mall with Sam? Well, have fun."

Steaming on the inside but can't show my distaste and jealousy about the situation because Gospel is my friend, my absolute best friend and I love him and I hate all his girlfriends. Tell me why am I hurting myself the way that I am?

"Well..." he began again, "I was hoping..." he paused, " you can come with us?" I folded my lips and thought about the invitation. I would have loved to go alone with him but of course, I think he is allergic to spending time alone with me. This is not because he wants to spend time with Samantha and me, this is because I have a car and can drive, and he doesn't and can't drive. Our friendship is due to convenience and I stay because I love him, thus, he can use me because I won't leave. It hurts to be aware but I'm too 'weak' to do anything about it. Isn't that a strange thing?

"Um, sure," I said reluctantly. His smile broadened, and his eye lines deepened. He always has this charming appearance sweeping over my heart every time. His smile, his eyes, his little nose crinkling... all these things added to the gentle, sweet and kind soul that Gospel is made me fall in love with him. He was the first one to ever speak to me the day I got transferred over and since then, he hasn't left my side and I haven't left his. A pushover. That is what I've become.  I am in love with Gospel.

The bell for the end of the school period rand. orchestrating a chorus of books closing and shuffling. Before I got a chance to tell Gospel anything, he was already out the door, making headway for his girlfriend. I sighed. 

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My car was parked beneath a tree, and Gospel and Sam got there before me. They were leaning against the car, doing the usual lovey-dovey couple games with each other. I watched with scorn in my eyes, irked that they were in my car performing acts of such indecency. Though, if it were me I'd have no problem. 

I eye Samantha hard. My jealousy clouded my appreciation towards her beauty. Her copper hair glowed as some sunbeams filtered through the leaves of the tree, illuminating her hair. She almost looked like a Phoenix. Her smile was wide and contagious with dimples at the side of each cheek. She emitted an aura that even in my envy, I admired her charm.

Gospel's hands were laced around Samantha's waist, as he brought her closer to him, leaving more space between their bodies, planting a kiss on her forehead. My heart twisted and my stomach churned at the scene. I couldn't bare to seethe with jealousy anymore and turned my back towards them, taking deep breaths and wiping away the tears starting to build.

I fumbled in my bag for my car keys before unlocking the car. With eyes wiped and the presumed attitude of someone who doesn't care about whatever is going on, I turned to go to the driver seat and start the engine. I was tired already and this was going to be a very long Friday evening. 

"Hey-o." I greeted them as they got into the car.

"Hey, Well I believe you two have met," Gospel began.

"Ah, yes! Abigail, right? Yeah, she's in my Business class." Samantha started.

"Ha, yeah." I responded, trying to keep my envy out of the tone of my responses. 

Samantha's cat-like green eyes pierced at me intensely through the rearview mirror, almost scaring me, but, she returned a dimpled smile and cosied with Gospel. A bit disturbed I tried not to think much of whatever that was and started the journey, listening to their hushed giggles and quiet smooches, crying at the lack of love in my life because the love of my life isn't loving me in my life.

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Hi everyone. I've started to write this story as something to do in my spare time. I often get moments of inspiration where I just want to write something, and this book is one of those sparks. 

Let me know how you all feel about the story in the comment below :) Thank you for reading.