I wasn't a loser.
At least that's what I kept telling myself when a dance comes up.
I haven't had a date to a school dance since Freshmen year and I know it's not because my breath stinks.
Now it's senior year and I'm determine to find a guy who is willing to take me.
"Sunny!" A males voice shouted. I whipped my head in the direction of the voice and saw my best friend in the whole world about to crash into me.
"Ahhhh!" I shouted and started running away from him. Unfortunately, with his height compared to mine, he was able to tackle me to the ground.
"Oomph!" That was all I could get out before I hit the ground.
"ANNNNNNDYYYYY!" I yelled and pushed him off of me. While I was dusting myself off, he just continued to laugh.
"I missed you so much Sunny!" He gushed. I just wanted to punch him. Which I did. On the arm.
"Why do you have to tackle me all the time?" I asked as Andy got up. He smiled and shrugged. "Because it's funny."
I rolled my eyes.
So, I lied.
I did have a date to the dance. Except, it really doesn't count as a date when it's your best friend, and it especially doesn't count, because he's gay.
Andy Lu was that over-achieving, all around, golden boy. Except...he was gay...and a hoppa. If you don't know what that means, it means he's half Asian and half caucasian. His Asian half is Korean. So, he didn't have the blonde hair, but he was still considered the golden boy on campus.
Unfortunately, for all the girls in our high school, and maybe even in our county, Andy told everyone he was gay sophomore year, and I swear I heard every girl's heart breaking.
Andy was the Senior Class President, Captain of the Soccer team, Chief Editor of our school news paper, and most likely the Valedictorian of our graduating class...oh, and my best friend since 5th grade.
"So...we sharing lockers again?" Andy asked me as he draped his arm over my shoulders.
"Duh. We've been sharing lockers since freshmen year you idiot." I grumbled. My hands were a bit sore from the tackle he gave me. "And why do you have to keep calling me Sunny? You know I don't like nicknames." I pouted.
Andy shook his head. "Yeah, well, you don't like your name either, so, spare me the melodrama." We were finally at our locker.
Sunny. It was short for Sunflower. Don't ask me why I was named that, but I can most definitely tell you it was not my Mom. It was actually my Dad.
I tried making up nicknames for myself...like Flow...Sun...S.F, but none of them fit me. So, Andy dubbed me Sunny in 7th grade. It took us two years to figure out a nickname...and I still didn't like it, but I let him use it. Only him.
"So...the welcome dance is in two weeks. We going together again?" I asked Andy. He was reaching for a binder when he froze. I watched him carefully since his face had guilt written all over it.
"Oh..." Andy started, "actually...I have a date for that one."
I stared at him.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"I said I have-"
"I know what you said." This time irritated. "You have a date and you didn't even bother telling me?" I grabbed the collars of his dress shirt. "Now I'll be going as the loser girl who couldn't even have her gay best friend to go with her." I released him and sunk against the lockers.
"Sunny...really. You can get a date." Andy tried coaxing me. I gave him a deadpanned look. "Ok...you can't." Andy conceded.
I really couldn't figure out why the hell I couldn't get a date the past two and a half years.
I'm not an ice queen. I'm actually quite down to earth, at least...that's what people tell me. I don't think I'm so ugly that a boy wouldn't ask me. This is testament to guys coming up and almost asking me.
"Hey...wait a minute." I said aloud. Andy and I walked down the hallways as I was thinking aloud.
"Guys do start asking me to the dance...but before they finish they always say, 'never mind' and run away scared." I stopped immediately.
"Oh my..." My eyes widened. Andy just looked at me and wondered what the hell was happening with me.
"Do you think...do you think that they ran away...because...I'm not lovable?" I couldn't help but let the vulnerability in me voice. Andy's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically.
"No." He said firmly. "You are definitely lovable. Don't think other wise." He stared intensely into my eyes.
Right when I was about to say 'thank you', I was suddenly shoved by someone.
"Move loser." A familiar voice said.
I turned around and saw the girl I hated the most.
The most popular, bitchiest, narcissistic, and sneaky girl I know.
And the girl who stole my ex-boyfriend, and he just so happen to be coming towards us.
I watched as my ex-boyfriend slid his arm around her waist and gave a kiss on her cheek. "Hey babe." His voice was masculine and it exuded arrogance. I hated him more than I hated Kate Fields.
"Hi baby." She smiled and kissed him back.
They were kissing. In front of me. His ex-girlfriend. I hate them.
Don't get me wrong. I really don't like him anymore. I finally got over him last year (please don't think I'm pathetic for taking that long to get over him), but for some reason, they always like to PDA...in front of me. Like, literally right in front of me. At maximum 10 feet away, which is not very far.
"Cade." Andy's voice broke in. His eyes were flaring up. I didn't know why, since he was the one laughing at me when I saw Kate and Cade making out in front of me. This time though. Andy seemed really pisst off.
"What?" Cade asked lazily as he pulled back from the hot searing kiss.
"Move out of the way." Andy said and he dragged me along while pushing through the hottest couple on campus.
I turned to look back and they started making out again.
"Andy? What was that all about?" I asked him. He didn't reply. Just held a firm grip on my wrist and led me to our first class.
"Cade!" A girl's voice cried out.
The boy name Cade Linston was well on his way to being handsome. Actually, he already was. His dark brown locks contrasted with his ocean blue/green eyes. He was tall for a freshmen, and everyone knew he would still be growing.
His eyes scanned the girl in front of him who has short dark brown locks and then stared into her milk chocolate brown eyes.
"You're lying! I know you are!" The girl kept crying towards him. He stared at her cooly.
"No. I want to break up. I don't even want to be your friend anymore." He said coldly.
The girl's bottom lip quivered and then she shook her head frantically. "No! We were suppose to at least be friends if we didn't work out as a couple." She took a step towards him and he only took a step back.
He shook his head. "I don't want to be friends anymore. People like me are not associated with losers like you." He spat out and then turned and walked away, never looking back.
The girl's tears ran freely, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing her cry.
She kept her eyes on his figure, and then suddenly, he stopped. Her breath was caught in her throat. Was he going to come back to her and apologize for all the things he said?
Then, a girl with long red hair and blues eyes stepped out, and the two smiled at each other and then kissed.
Sunflower watched in horror and sank to her knees.
And the tears never stopped.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it. This story just came to me. It's a pretty fluffy piece and the first time I'm doing a full story in first person, so yeah. I'll be trying to update my other stories too.
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