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SOPHIA
Soph
I've never understood other girls. Their main concern is who's hot and who's not. It's all about makeup and weight and how mini your mini-skirt is. Complaining about who dumped you last night. Laughing at those you consider lower than yourself. I'd never degrade another girl unless they've degraded me first. I guess that's the beauty of someone like me. The beauty I know is there. I just can't see it.
My friends always ask me, "Do you have a crush on anyone? You have to, I just know ya do." And I tell them, straight up, "I like one of my friends." It kills them trying to guess, but only one of them can get the answer right. Truth is, I've liked this friend from the day I met him. Sometimes I think that liking him makes me superficial, but then I realize I don't care. He may be popular and smart. He may be a jock.
To me, he's just Lance.
Lance, Lance, Lance. I see him every day. Never once have I told him of my secret love for him. The main reason being: Lance is my best friend, and I don't want it to end over one of my silly little desires. Maybe someday... But of course, the one person that knows think's my pursuit is hopeless.
Amy.
Amy laughs whenever she gets me alone. "Lance," she exclaims. "Lance!"
"Shhh... I don't want his friends to know." I say.
"Come on, Soph. Are ya ever gonna tell him?"
"Maybe."
""Maybe I'll just tell him for ya." She says. "Hey Lancey!"
"Shut up! If you tell him, I'll tell Rocco it wasn't Beth he was kissing in the closet at that party..."
"YOU WOULDN'T."
"Oh, yes I would."
"Sophia Mayland!"
"Telling Lance may break your bones but names can never hurt me."
"Soph, if you tell Rocco, he'll ask me out, and you know he's the most persistent loser in Welker."
"And I have to be concerned because..."
"You'll ruin my life!"
"Then don't ruin mine by telling Lance. Look, if he was any other guy in this school, I'd tell you to go right ahead. But I want Lance to at least be my friend."
"Oh, fine." Amy says in defeat. "But don't you DARE rat me out."
"I won't." I chuckle.
If only Lance saw how much I yearn for him. I like the scent of his team jacket, that hangs in a locker filled with assorted objects. I like his dazzling green eyes ans his dirty blonde hair. I like the way he always cracks me up. I like the way I can't help but hug him when I see him, and he hugs back. They say more than what is spoken,
Promises always get broken.
