I knew it wasn't love, but I was pretty deep in like. His name was Ricky. He sat next to me in my English class and we talked every day. I considered him as a friend, but we weren't very close, mostly interacting with each other during school. He was funny, gorgeous, and a complete sweetheart. I'd never liked someone as much as I liked Ricky. It was so cliché, but I couldn't help it.
He obviously didn't know that I liked him and I highly doubted that he liked me back. He had a beautiful girlfriend named Amber and I wasn't exactly beautiful. I wasn't ugly either, but I wouldn't be noticeable in a crowd with my plain brown, shoulder length hair and boring, light brown eyes. I'd be more noticeable because of my height, but that turns most guys off.
Only my closest friends Jordan, Sam, and Nancy knew I had a crush on Ricky.
"Just go tell him how you feel, Trinity," Nancy said one day at lunch. "He'll be under the evil witch's spell until you kiss him awake."
I shot her a look. "This isn't some fairy tale, Nancy. He's not going to leave Amber for me."
"I would," Sam said, sitting across from me. "Not," he added after a pause.
Nancy laughed and I threw a tater tot at him. "What grade are you in?" I asked sarcastically.
Sam just grinned and tossed me a package of cheese and crackers. I squealed and caught them.
"Thank you! You're forgiven."
"Ugh," Nancy groaned, rolling her eyes. "Those are so gross."
I opened the package and stuffed some crackers into my mouth. Her nose crinkled before her eyes suddenly widened.
"What?" I asked defensively. "They're not that gross."
"Ricky alert," she whispered.
I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, Ricky was headed my way. I spotted Amber sitting in her usual seat, watching both of us closely. It was a little weird that she let him go, but it wasn't that big of a deal.
I turned back to Nancy and rolled my eyes. "He probably needs help with the essay we got assigned this morning."
I looked at Sam and noticed he was giving Ricky a nasty look. I was about to ask him what was wrong, but was interrupted.
"Hey, Trinity," Ricky said.
"Hey what's up?" I asked smiling.
"Uh, could I talk to you?" he asked looking a little nervous.
I nodded and stood up. "Sure."
We didn't go far, just far enough from the table that nobody would hear us. He wouldn't look at me and kept twisting his hands together.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"No, uh," he paused and looked at me, but immediately looked away. "I can't talk to you anymore."
"What?" I asked, confused. "You're talking to me righ-" Suddenly I realized what he was saying. For a small second I didn't understand why he was saying that, but then I saw Amber's smug little face and I knew exactly what was going on
"I'm sorry, but-" I slapped him before he could finish the sentence.
"You are an idiot," I spat. "How many other friendships have you given up just for her? You are going to end up a very lonely man when she breaks up with you."
Before he could say anything else, I walked back to my table and picked up my book bag, ignoring Sam when he asked what was wrong. I walked over to Amber a scowl on my face. A few people were staring at me. She stood up when she saw me and I heard Ricky yell at me to stop, but I was too angry to listen. She opened her mouth to say something, but I wasn't about to listen to anything she was going to say. So I punched her.
I left school immediately after that, running almost the whole way home. I spent the rest of the day, cursing Amber for being such a brat, Ricky for doing what she said, and myself for being so stupid.
I got a week of detention because I left school property during school hours. The vice principle said I was lucky I didn't start a fight or I would have gotten suspended. Still, it was my first detention. I ignored Ricky and even got my English teacher to move me across the room. He tried to speak to me a couple times, but I always walked away before he had a chance to say anything. I didn't tell my friends about it, but news travels fast in our school and they found out less than an hour after the incident. Nancy tried to get me to listen to what he had to say, but I soon started to ignore her too. I didn't need her to tell me what to do.
I managed to avoid Ricky until the last day of detention. I was walking down the school's main hallway after detention when he stepped in front of me.
"Trinity, we need to talk," he said.
I walked around him without even looking at him. I didn't get far, however, when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the nearest empty classroom.
"Will you stop walking away from me?" Ricky demanded.
I tore my arm out of his grasp before glaring at him. "No. I'm only doing what you asked me to do. I don't care about you anymore. If you don't want to be my friend, we won't be friends. Just leave me alone!"
I headed for the door, but Ricky's pleading voice stopped me. "Trinity, I didn't want to do it."
I turned around. "Then why did you?" I asked angrily. I could feel tears coming back, so I looked away. "You could have told her no."
"I would have done the same for you," he said.
My eyes snapped to his face. "I wouldn't have asked you to. And if I did, I most certainly would have expected you to tell me no. In my opinion, even I am not reason enough to break up a friendship!"
The tears finally came out and I tore out of the room. I ignored him calling my name. He was a jerk and I didn't want to be around him. I still liked him, that couldn't be helped, but I liked him even less than before. I couldn't believe I thought he was a good guy.
I ran home again. When I got home, I ran straight to my room and plopped on my bed. That's when I really started sobbing. Why did this have to happen to me? Was I not good enough? Was I not pretty enough? Maybe I was stupid. Those were the thoughts that went through my mind until my cell phone rang.
"Hey Trinity!" Sam's cheerful voice came through the phone.
"Hi, Sam, what's up?" I said trying to sound normal.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said a little too quickly.
I sighed, thinking that Sam was too smart for his own good. "We talked today."
"I'm coming over and you are going to tell me what happened," Sam said.
"Wait, Sam! It's no big deal! I—" I was met with the dial tone. I groaned and rolled over, dreading the visit I was about to get. I loved Sam, he was my best friend, but I wasn't in the mood to talk, especially about Ricky.
"Sam, go away!" I yelled when he knocked on my door ten minutes later. He simply opened it and shut it behind him. Dang it, I thought the door was locked.
I buried my head into my pillow as he sat on the bed next to me. I didn't want him to see me.
"Trinity," Sam called out softly. "I brought cheese and crackers."
I hesitated. But, "It's not going to work," my muffled voice came out.
I could just see him smirk as he got a little closer. "I know another way that always works," he whispered. And then he started to tickle me.
"Stop! Stop!" I yelled in between my giggles, wiggling around and trying to get his hands away. "Mercy!"
"I won't stop until you agree to tell me what happened," he said smiling.
"Ok, ok," I yelled, tears running down my cheeks. He stopped and I looked at him. He was smiling at me with raised eyebrows. "Let me get comfortable." I sat up and scooted to the edge of my bed. Then I waited for a few seconds before bolting for the door.
"Oh, no you don't!"
I screamed and laughed as an arm wrapped around my waist and I was thrown back on my bed. Sam held my arms to the bed and straddled me. I struggled for a minute before realizing what position we were in. I could feel the blush crawling up my neck as I looked up at him. He was smirking.
"Yes?" He just grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes
My stomach fluttered. "Do you realize…" I was too embarrassed to complete the sentence and blushed even more.
He chuckled. "Uncomfortable?"
I gulped. "Just a little."
He gave me an evil grin. "Well, I won't get off until you tell me what happened."
I glared at him. "Are you enjoying this?"
His smile grew and his face drew closer to mine. "If you must know…"
My breath caught and a chill ran down my spine. He looked completely serious, a look in his eye that I'd never seen before. I was starting to wonder if I really wanted to know what he was going to say when he answered.
"You stink," he whispered.
I gasped as he got off me, laughing. I couldn't help but smell myself. I didn't smell anything.
"I'm joking," Sam said. "You actually smell pretty good."
I glared at him, willing my blush to go away. "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"
He shrugged and bounced on my bed. "So what happened between you two?" he asked.
I sighed and put the pillow over my face. The happy feeling I didn't know I had immediately disappeared and was replaced with a feeling of disgust and embarrassment. "I really don't want to talk about it."
Sam pulled the pillow away. "We both know Ricky is a jerk, so just tell me what he said."
I hesitated. "He said he didn't really want to stop being my friend."
"BS," Sam said angrily.
"That's what I told him," I said. "Ok, not really, but I wanted to."
"So what did you say?"
I told him what happened, and maybe I exaggerated a little. He pulled me into a hug when I finished talking. I smiled into his shoulder, enjoying the way he smelled.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "He doesn't deserve you and he never did.
I pulled away and smiled at him. "Thanks. I guess I needed to talk after all."
He started to say something, but stopped himself and grinned instead. "You look like a mess."
I puched his shoulder. "Thanks a lot, stupid."
He held out the packaged of cheese and crackers he'd brought. "Maybe this will help."
I kissed him on the cheek, taking the treat. "You're the best."
"Why couldn't you have punched Ricky?"
"Nancy, that was a month ago," Sam said sitting down in his usual spot. It was lunch time and I could still see Ricky and Amber sitting at their table, but this time I felt nothing.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm over him, Nancy. I'm just glad I found out how much of a jerk he is before we ever dated."
"I agree," Sam said. He tossed my daily package of cheese and crackers at me and I grinned at him.
"So, if you're over him, does that mean you have a crush on someone else?" Nancy asked, taking a big bite of her sandwich.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't have to have a crush on someone all the time." As I said this, I watched Sam out of the corner of my eye. Ever since we talked, I've been feeling differently around him. It was almost the same way I felt about Ricky before the incident, but it wasn't quite the same.
He caught me looking and I blushed.
"Then why are you blushing?" Nancy asked, narrowing her eyes at me with a smile.
I blushed harder. "I'm not blushing."
"You're definitely blushing," Sam laughed.
"So who is it?" Nancy pressed. "Anyone we know?"
As tempting as it was to just let Sam know how I felt about him, I wasn't about to ruin our friendship, especially now. After our talk, we got closer, hung out more often, and talked more. I was so comfortable around him and I knew I could talk to him about anything. I couldn't risk all that just for something as trivial as a high school romance.
"I don't want anybody to know, just in case it ruins our friendship," I said, looking at Sam. "I'd rather just be his friend than nothing at all."
Nancy suddenly gasped and I looked at her in confusion. "What?"
"Is it...." she leaned toward me and her eyes started twitching. It took me a second to realize that she was 'pointing' to Sam.
I blushed again. "Nancy, I'm not going to tell you anything."
She sat back, a satisfied smile on her face. "So it is him.
"I had no idea girls had telepathy," Sam said.
"We don't," I snapped, glaring at Nancy. She was grinning from ear to ear and I knew that she was cooking something up. "Nancy doesn't know what she's talking about."
The bell rang and she stood up. "Whatever, Trinity's just in denial." She grinned at me and waved as she walked away. "I'll see you guys after school."
I hurriedly finished my cheese and crackers, glaring after her. She was going to ruin everything now because she thinks she knows everything.
"Sometimes I hate her," I said as Sam and I walked out of the cafeteria and toward our next class.
"She's just trying to help," Sam said.
"Well, she's going to ruin everything," I snapped, folding my arms. A couple of people stared at me as I walked by and I glared at them. "Why are people staring at me?" I yelled, when another kid walked by, shamelessly watching me.
Sam looked at me and suddenly started laughing.
"What?" I demanded, stopping in the middle of the hall and facing him. A girl walking behind me almost ran into me and glared at me as she walked past, but I ignored her.
"You have cheese on your lip," Sam said, still laughing.
I licked my lip, but didn't find anything. "Where?"
He pointed to a spot on his own lips, and I tried to wipe it off. I got a little and looked at Sam.
"Did I get it all?" I asked.
He shook his head, a smile still on his face. But as I reached up to wipe the rest away, he caught my hand and a different look showed on his face. It was curious, worried, and questioning at the same time. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but he got closer to me and bent his head a little.
"I'll get it," he whispered.
I just stood there, stunned. I knew exactly what he was going to do now, and I wanted him to, but I couldn't do anything. He hesitated for a second and then he gingerly touched his lips to mine, licking the cheese off my lip. I felt him start to pull away, but before he could get far, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but was soon kissing me back.
When he pulled away a few seconds later, I let him. He was smiling and I smiled back at him.
Sam wrapped his arm around my waist as we continued to walk to class. "I'm not sure what Nancy has against those cheese and crackers," he said, "I think they're pretty delicious."
I giggled, a small blush coloring my cheeks. "I agree."
Ok, ok, I know, that was really cheesy (no pun intended), but it's much better than the original story. If you don't know what it was (or if you do, don't want you to think I stole this from somebody else) it was called Trinity, but I took it down and now it's rewritten.
So in the middle of rewriting this, I was trying to think of a title. Sadly, nobody tried to help me with a title for Trinity and so I had to try to think of one myself. I was also thinking of food at the same time as writing this and I'd been craving cheese and crackers for a little more than a week now. I always get weird cravings (about two months ago it was chocolate chip cookies and I couldn't stop making them) and so I put cheese and crackers into the story and now that is the title! Yay!
Revision 3: November 1, 2008
Hopefully it's not as cheesy anymore. I read it again and I was like, holy crap, what was I thinking! So now it's revised again and hopefully it's better than the first two versions.
Revision 4: June 17, 2010
Finally, I've got it where I like it. I realized as I reread this today that I don't put much of Ricky in, but it wasn't really about him anyways. I changed a lot of things this time. It's not as cheesy, and I tried to make Sam and Trinity's relationship a little bit more real without making it extremely long. I'm not good with writing long stories. There's a reason I only have one-shots posted.