My phone hasn’t stopped buzzing all day! I haven’t even used my phone yet, and it’s almost dead. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, watching me and my every move. I know I’m pretty, but I hate this. Why can’t I just be normal? All these cute couples look so happy together, guys loving their girls for more than just their bodys. I hate seeing all the cute couple pictures on social media. I might be a pretty face and hot body, but that’s all the guys ever see. Every guy wants me for my looks and nothing more. I would kill for someone to love me for me. My friend Jesica wakes me from my thoughts, “Hey sexy! What are you doing?” 

She’s so pretty with her long brown hair, and perfect smile. I’m so glad I have her as a friend.

“Just looking at all these humans.” I reply laughing as we get lunch. 

“You know you could get any guy here if you wanted. You could probably get any girl you wanted also.” 

“Girls are my favorite!” I watched her almost choke on her milk as soon as I said that back. I might not have a boyfriend, but at least I have a best friend. 

I watch her fling her hair over her shoulder, the scent of her perfume filling the air. I breathe easier with her near me. She is taller than me, but it just makes her more beautiful. She nods towards some boys coming towards us, bringing me back to reality. The way they look at her makes me angry. I watch as they focus on me; I can feel my cheeks flush, but not from them. I feel her hand in mine as she brings me into the class before I say or do something I will regret. Her hands are soft and warm, sending me deep into my thoughts. 

My heart raced, feeling her pressed against me. It was just a picture, but I wanted it to be so much more. Her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her blue eyes sparkled as she flashed a beautiful smile for the picture. I watched people stop to look at us, praying they can’t read my thoughts. I watch her smile change when a notification appears on my screen. I could feel her mood change, “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing. It’s ok.” Her smile fades. I watch her try to replace it with a fake one, but I know better than to believe it. 

“What’s wrong? I know something is bothering you. We are best friends. It’s ok to talk to me. I care about you.” I stop her waiting for her to answer me. “Please, tell me.” 

“I’m just jealous of all the guys in your phone.” I watched as she looked away from me, blocking her face so I couldn’t see.

“Why are you jealous? I talk to you more than them.” I feel my heart clench as I hold back the words I truly want to say. 

“It doesn’t matter.” I watch her look down, knowing she doesn’t mean what she said. I wish I could just read her mind. As she hands me my phone, I see the 1,000 plus notifications, and I wished it would all just go away. I don’t want them to notice me. 

I try to catch up to her as she walks away, but a crowd of guys get in my way. I fight my way through them as I try to get to her. “Hey! Wait up!” I try to yell, praying she hears me. Finally breaking through the crowd I rush to her, catching her before she leaves. “Hey. Why didn’t you wait?”

“Thought you wanted to see your fans before you left.” Her words stabbed me like a knife. “Sorry, I’m just upset. I’m sorry.” I could see the hurt in her eyes, as she apologized.

“Please just tell me what’s wrong. I know you’re upset. You can’t hide it from me. I know you better than anyone else. You are never like this. Please just talk to me.” I’m practically begging. I just want to make her happy again. 

“It’s just that you have all these guys on your phone, and I miss when it was just you and me.” A sad smile crept onto her face, making her look like one of heaven’s angels. 

“I don’t care about them. I don’t even notice them. I’m too busy noticing you.” I stop, scared, what if I said too much? I can’t lose her, she’s my best friend.

“I notice you too, I have for a while.” My mind goes blank, and everything seems to fade as I hear her say those words. I try to figure out if she means what I want her to mean, or if she means something different. She grabs my hand and I feel my face flush, “I like you, maybe as more than a friend.” The world tunnels in as I try to focus on what she said. I grab her, pulling her against me, holding her tight. 

“I like you too, as more than a friend.” 

I wake up to so many messages I can barely even use my phone. I try to navigate to her name, she’s the only one I want to talk to. She blew my phone up with messages from her about guys claiming that they are dating me, that she loves me, and that she wants to kill me. I make sure to remind her that she is all I want, before getting ready to pick her up for school. Her outfit hugs her body, showing off her curves. She looks like a model. I pause as I watch her walk to me. “You look stunning,” I try to say, but I can’t seem to find my words. I hear her giggle as I try to focus on the road. 

Everyone noticed us together. My phone was blowing up, even more than normal. I can tell she’s nervous, but she hides it well. Guys try to stop us in the hallways, some making inappropriate jokes, others mean comments, and a few are nice about it. I can tell she hates the attention, I feel her squeeze my hand as some girls walk by us. “They are just jealous they ain’t us.” I say trying to make her smile. I hold her before she goes to her next class. “Everything will be ok.” I whisper in her ear as I leave. Her smile made it worth everything.