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Can you miss someone who was never yours? 

I haven't spoken to Noah in over two weeks. Not for my lack of trying though. I think, no I know he's avoiding me. 

After Brady interrupted us things got awkward, so I left. I didn't hear from him the rest of the weekend and when he showed up to school on Monday he had a black eye and busted lip. I went up to him to ask him what happened but he just walked away. 

To say I wasn't hurt by that action would be a lie. I mean I know we aren't anything barely even friends, but I don't know. Part of me thought we could just go back to we were. Him flirting and cracking jokes and me pretending his flirting wasn't getting to me. 

When ever he comes over he goes straight to Brady's room. I leave my door unlocked hoping for him to just come by and say hi at least but he never does. 

I should've seen this coming, Noah is not a relationship kind of guy. The only reason he probably ever acknowledged me was so he could get in my pants. I keep wanting to be wrong but the more days that goes by where he ignores me, the more I start to believe it. 

The first football game of the season is tomorrow night. Matt, Delilah and I are attending. They are dating now actually. The day after the party Delilah came over and told me all about her night with Matt. Turns out they danced for a while before they went back to his house. 

She was so excited that she got to lose her virginity to him, I know she was saving it for him. They have been in their honeymoon faze for the past two weeks, while I've been walking around pretending everything is ok. That I am not hurt about Noah. Because clearly I shouldn't be.

I keep reminding myself that it was all in my head, all the touches, the whispers. I wasn't special and I need to get over him. Which is exactly what I am going to do. If Noah doesn't want me then whatever, that's his loss. 

I pull the covers off of me and go to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and put on some mascara. I throw my hair in a ponytail and head back to my room. I put on a long sleeve black crop top and a pair of blue jean shorts. Slipping on my Air Force 1's I spray my body with my vanilla honey perfume. 

I go down stairs and grab a donut before getting into the back of Brady's car. Noah is sitting in the passenger seat. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence. It stings but I bite into my donut and scroll through my phone pretending it doesn't. 

We arrive at the school and I hop out of the car heading to my locker. Delilah texted me saying her and Matt were going to be a little late so I'd be on my own until lunch. 

Shutting my locker I scream at sight of someone behind it. He seems taken aback by my freakout as his eyes widen.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to scare you." I look at the guy more closely. Hey I know him. 

Derrick Peters. He the star quarterback at our school, he's got golden brown hair, which he usually keeps gelled back. He's got blue eyes and theirs a freckle right above his lip. He's wearing ripped jeans a white polo shirt and a varsity jacket.

"Sorry Derrick I didn't know it was you." I say fixing my bag on my shoulder.

We know who each other are because of my brother but we never interact. I think this is the most he has ever said to me. 

"Yeah, its all good. Hey listen what are you doing after school?" He shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks nervous. 

"Nothing why?"I ask skeptical. What is he playing at?

He scratches the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go see a movie with me?" I smile and bite my lip.

"Like a date?"

His eyes snap up to mine, "Yeah, unless you don't want to then we don't have to. I mean that's what I had in mind-" he rambles. 

"I'd like to. Go on a date with you I mean." I look down at my shoes then back up at him. 

He releases a breath, "Oh thank god. I'll pick you up at your house at 6?" he asks and I nod my head. 

I give him my number and we both head off to our first class. Noah still doesn't speak to me, he doesn't even sit near me. I shake my head of my thoughts. I am moving on going on a date with Derrick. Who is a nice guy and actually wants to be around me. 

The rest of the school day goes by and now I am sitting in my room trying to figure out if my outfit is movie date appropriate. 

I'm wearing a black floral dress with fishnet stocking and a leather jacket, paired with doc Martens. 

I am studying my outfit in the mirror when I hear my door open and shut. His cologne hits me and I immediately tense. 

Turning around I come face to face with Noah.

"What do you want?" I ask crossing my arms. 

He doesn't say anything as he scans me from head to toe. Ugh. I am trying to get ready for my date with Derrick and he's just gonna stand there.

"Well?" I gesture with my hand for him to hurry up and say what he needs to say.

He seems to snap out of his trance. "Are you really going on a date with Peters?"

I nod my head, "Yes I am."  I watch as his shoulders sag. I don't know my heart clenches but it does. 

'Why?" his voice comes out at a whisper. 

I gulp, "Because he asked me out and he's nice so I figured I would give him a shot."

Shifting my weight from foot to foot I wait for him to say something. 

I want to know what he's doing here. Why after two weeks of actively avoiding me he approaches me and the first thing out of his mouth is to ask if I am going out with a guy. My heart begins to rapidly beat in my chest. 

What feels like minutes go by and he doesn't say anything. I check my phone and realize Derrick should be here in a few minutes. 

Letting out a huff I begin to walk past him, "Look I gotta go-" he reaches out and grabs my wrist. 

"Don't." he says hanging his head low. 

I furrow my brows, "Don't what?" I want him to say it. I want him to tell me not to go. That he wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him. 

For the past two weeks I have trying everything to get him to talk to me, to even look at me. I approached him at school, in our shared classes. I texted him, hell even called him. Nothing. 

I'm done waiting around for him. Hoping he feels what I feel. Wearing my heart on my sleeve. I'm done. 

"Please." he pleads still holding onto my wrist. Just say it, say you want me to stay. But he doesn't. A car horn makes both of us jump back.

He's still looking at me silently begging me. 

"I-I have to go." I say and open my door. 

"Bails please." But I don't turn around. I don't have the heart to. I can't see the look on his face. 

I make my way down the stairs where I see my dad and brother talking to Derrick. He's wearing a blue button up shirt and black jeans. His hair is still slicked back and he's holding a single red rose. 

He sees me and smiles. "Hey Bailey." he says handing me the rose. 

"Thank you." I mutter smelling the rose. 

I look up at him smiling

"Her favorite flowers are lillies you know, she hates roses because when she was 6 she got stuck in a rose bush. That's how she got that scar on her hand." At the sound of his voice I tense. I hear Brady laugh. 

I can feel his presence behind me.

Derrick blushes, "Sorry I didn't know."

"It's ok when we go on our date we can get to know more about each other like how much I hate Noah." Noah scoffs behind me and I give a tight lipped smile. 

Dad clears his throat, "Brady, Noah why don't we head into the living room to watch a game. Have fun pumpkin." my dad says leading Brady and Noah towards the living room. 

Derrick and I head out and get into his car. We make small talk on our way to the movies. 

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A/N Only two weeks until I graduate. I am so ready to be done with school.

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