Milan In Love

1

"Why are you mad, Milan?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at such a stupid question.

" Isn't obvious? I'm tired of your little friend. " I said, closing my locker and walking towards class.

Bryson follows me. " We've been through this, I told you, she's my best friend; it's impossible for me to see her as anything else."

"Well she doesn't think you see her as friend though, and you let her act on those feelings that she has towards you!" I was getting more and more frustrated.

"Bro, what feelings!?" He said with a with a frown

"She wants you! And you know it, I can't be in the same room as that hoe because she'll star saying shit like I 'don't deserve you' and you never do or say anything!" I said, irritated but keeping my voice down since we were in the school's hallway.

"What do you want me to tell her? And she's not right, we know she's not right, you know I only have eyes for you and even if I didn't, I don't see her that way!" He said, putting his hands on my cheeks, caressing them with his thumb.

But it made me even more mad, the fact that he didn't acknowledge how I felt because he didn't want problems with her, so I took his hands off my face. "Then put her in her fucking place." I said, walking away from him.

...

Although my father is wrong most of the time, there is one thing that he was right about: romantic relationships during high school are a waste of time.

Even though I didn't spend that much time with Bryson, most of the time I was supposedly studying, I spent it thinking about him, especially when we argued -and we did that a lot lately- so I wasnt paying attention in class as much.

"girl, you alright?" Said Shayla, my best friend.

"Yeah." I said nonchalantly. I really didn't wanted to talk about it, especially not in class.

"No, you're not, but we not gonna talk about it cause' you look like you about to cry." She said frowning, then sighed. "I think I know why though."

She was silence the rest of the class, and for that I was grateful because she was right, I was about to cry, I didn't knew insecurity could hit that way; my heart was heavy and it felt like it was burning.

Could a broken heart feel worse?

When the bell finally ringed, I quickly packed my things and got ready to go and cry my way home but before I could get out of school, Shayla stopped me

"You know? I have something that might help you." She said with a mischievous grin.

"A gun?" Her grin fell and she gave me a hard glare.

"A party." Then she started to grin again. " There's one this friday, everybody is going cause' it's in this boys house... Luka?."

"I ain't to that party" I said with a frown, as we headed towards the exit of the school.

"Why the fuck no?" She said giving me a weird look.

"I don't like his ass, he's fucking arrogant and conceited."

"girl, everybody in this school is." She looked at me. "Please, is gonna help you take your mind off of your bitch ass boyfriend, can't you please? for me?" She said giving me puppy eyes

I knew it was probably a bad idea, I knew I would probably end up driking too much and doing irresponsable shit because thats what I felt like I needed to do

"Shit, alright" Soon as that leaves my lips shayla is jumping and smiling.

She gives me a big kiss in one cheek and says. " I'm going to pick you up early Friday so we can get ready together at my house."

"I haven't even asked my stepmother if I can go." I said laughing a little.

"My mom will convince her, don't even worry about it."

After that she takes me home, singing all the way and making me laugh with her nonsense, something tells me that she was just trying to distract me from the awful feeling, of course, with her presence it was easier to ignore but it didn't go.

...

When I'm finally home I run towards my room, I'm grateful that the house is empty, because as soon as I stepped on the house tears were falling.

There's a building pressure in my chest, it physically hurt. I was mad but more sad about Bryson, He knew that his best friend hated me from the beginning, why? Because she likes him. At first she didn't worry me, I mean, he referred to her as if she were a sister, but later I understood that she would always be above me; because she was there before me and how can he not like her? She was gorgeous, her fair skin, loose curls and light brown eyes, she was everybody's type, she was Bryson's type-

my stepmother -Giselle- knocks on the door, and then opens it after I tell her that she can come in "Shayla's mom called me recently, she told me that they were planning to go to a party this Friday." She said smiling at me a little and then raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was going to ask you-"

"Well, if you really want to go..."

Before she can finish her sentence I get up from my bed with a big smile to hug her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She, as always, reciprocates the hug. "But wait, you know the drill, I want you to be home before 3 AM and I don't want you to consume anything at all."

"Yes ma'am." I said with a big smile, feeling excited already.

"Okay, now come down for dinner."

"Yeah, sure, in a moment."

When she left I started to plan all the possible outfits to go to the party, I wanted to look a little slutty but not obvious enough to make my intention obvious.

When I tried on my first skirt and looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but compare my body with hers.

She would look beautiful in this skirt, she doesn't have hipdips, she has a flat tummy, she doesn't have stretch marks, I bet she doesn't have hyperpigmentation-

My eyes filled with tears and a lump formed in my throat.

The realization hit me. How could he not like her? She is everything I am not, all my flaws are her strengths.