1. The answer to the last night question
Aiden
How do you tell your sister's best friend that you're in love with her? How do I make her know that all the writings are about her and the way I can't have her.
Well first, because she is my sister's best friend and my sister would never approve of our relationship.
Second, because I'm known as one of the school's bigger players and my group of friends don't improve my reputation. Third, because I have been with the majority of girls in our school and out of our school. Well, I'm not a role model guy and she would never believe my feelings for her If I told her.
"She is coming." My sister finally removed her eyes from her phone.
"There she is." Leyla pointed her finger at her best friend or should I say the most beautiful little human that I know.
She ran towards the car flipping her hair back. She blew a kiss in the air to my sister before getting in the backseat.
"Morning kitten." I wished she could melt in my backseat like any other girl when she would see my smirk.
"Don't call me that. And find me some bin to throw this apple." She demanded extending her apple like it was poison.
"Your mother made you bite the apple again." Leyla giggled shaking her head.
"Yeah like that would make her sure that I will eat the entire apple. "
"Let me try it." I leaned back taking the apple from her hand, brushing my fingers with hers on purpose.
I bit the place where she had bitten the apple before making a disgusted face.
"I don't get you. You know it tastes awful, yet everyday you want to try it."
Yeah, because in that way my lips would touch where your lips had touched. I wanted to say, but nevermind.
I drove us to school looking at her from the front mirror, so close yet so far.
We grew up together since our mothers are best friends and I agreed to drive her and my sister to school every day, I protect them from anyone and she thinks I do it because she is my sister's best friend or the daughter of my mother's best friend.
But she was so out of reach and so innocent that I turned into a womanizer and a player. High school is tough, the strongest and bravest ones survive. I had to be strong for myself, but I had to be brave for both of them.
I parked into the school parking lot, Leyla and Daisy were still talking about girls things like clothes and make up.
"Wait. No one gets out of this car without paying me for the ride." I locked all the doors.
"Ughh, you're kidding me. Do we have to do this everyday?" My sister scoffed.
"Twice a day." I nodded with my head keeping a devilish grin on my face.
"Okay." My sister raised her hands in surrender before giving me a peck on my cheek.
I turned my head towards Daisy, her cheeks were red. Was she blushing? She never said anything or protested about the 'kiss' thing.
My breath got stuck on my lungs when her face came closer to mine and she kissed me on the cheek.
That's why I do this whole payment thing for the drive, because I want her lips to touch me.
I was still in thoughts, Daisy had left the car when I felt a punch on my shoulder by my sister.
"Hey, not with my best friend!" She warned me, pointing her finger at me.
"What do you mean?" I rubbed the back of my neck.
"You know well what I mean, I know that look. Not with Daisy."
"Pff as If! You know well that even if I made a move on her she would never accept me." I laughed to soften the tension.
My sister wasn't agreeing. Does that mean Daisy might have said something about liking me?
My body filled with hope.
"Wait a minute, has she said something about me?"
"Pff as If! If you were Nymos probably you would have a chance." My sister mocked me before getting out of the car.
"Does that mean she likes Nymos? " My question remained unanswered. Daisy was waiting for her at the entrance of the school.
Daisy would never accept me, but what if? What if Nymos wrote to her? Nymos is the name that I use when I write in my account where no one knows who I am. And apparently she is a huge fan of my writing. If only she knew that Nymos and I are the same person..
Daisy
Nymos:"You look beautiful today. Green suits you."
A message popped into my phone's screen. What the F? Nymos wrote to me? Omg Nymos wrote to me.
I got so excited, I forgot I was walking to class.
But how did he know I was wearing green? I looked around the hallway, there were many guys in the hallway using their phones. Wait, does that mean that Nymos goes to our school?
Should I answer him back?
I don't know him, but he writes so well and I follow his page and like his posts.
Daisy:"Do you go to my school?"
Okay, that was stupid, I should have said hi first, then thank him for the compliment.
Nymos:"Smart girl, but I hope you'll keep that information to yourself."
Well he is telling me to not tell anyone that he goes to my school. What should I write to him?
Daisy:"I will keep your promise in one condition. If you tell me who you are."
Way to go Daisy, now you scared the guy. He isn't going to write back anymore.
During the class I glanced time after time at my phone, he didn't write back. He didn't write at all for the rest of the day until the evening.
Aiden drove me back to my home, like always. He was our personal driver, or better say his mom forced him since she is best friends with my mom.
"Everything alright kitten? You look lost in thoughts." Aiden asked me and Leyla turned her full body in her seat to look at me.
"What happened?" She asked me in a worried face.
" Nothing, I just have a headache." I lied to them, but Leyla knew me better and Aiden didn't seem to buy it either.
Leyla:"Tell me, what is wrong?"
Leyla wrote me a message, since Aiden was with us and we couldn't speak.
Daisy:"Nymos wrote to me and I wrote back but I asked him to tell me who he was and he hasn't written me back since."
"What?" Leyla turned back her head widening her eyes in surprise.
"What happened?" That got the attention of Aiden as well.
I stared at Leyla making signs with my eyes.
"Nothing. I just read a post of one of the girls we know and I just said 'what' like a reaction." Leyla tried to cover up what just happened.
"We're here, my payment." Aiden showed me his cheek for me to kiss it before getting out of the car.
If you ask me about Aiden, I'm gonna tell you he was my best friend growing up. I even dreamt of marrying him when I was younger. Funny, I know.
Somehow he ended up becoming popular because of his appearance, attitude and being in the football team. Since he became popular before we got to high school, because he is a year older than me and Leyla, he changed.
Aiden doesn't do relationships, but he has been with many girls, you can't count them. Sometimes I wish he could fall for me, but that dream is impossible. I stare at his gorgeous face and how he taps his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel, I have seen him shirtless as well. But it is a big fat 'NO'. He only sees me like a sister.
On the other hand I wished someone loved me like Nymos writes he loves that girl but he doesn't have the courage to tell her. Yet he wrote to me, why me?
Nymos:"I'm afraid I can't tell you yet."
Daisy:"Why did you write to me?"
Nymos:"Because I finally found the courage to speak to the girl that I like."
Oh, and what does that have to do with me?
Daisy:"Good for you. Do I know her? Do you want me to help you with her?"
He disappeared again, not saying 'goodnight', or that he would write again the next day. Nothing. Weird guy.
The next morning as soon as I entered the school hallway he wrote to me again.
Nymos:"She is wearing red and it suits her like any other color. Her dark eyes are like arrows but she doesn't know where she throws them, wounding me. Her hair is in waves today, how they dance when she takes her steps like a butterfly."
Is he writting about me?
Daisy:"Is this one of your new writings?"
Nymos:"It is the answer to the last night question."
I stood for some seconds frozen in the hallway. Is he talking about me? Am I the girl he has a crush on?
I didn't know what to write back, so during the break I met with Leyla at the caffeteria and showed her the messages.
"No freaking way! You are wearing red today. He is talking about you." Leyla covered her mouth with her hands.
I looked around , but now days everyone is on their phones.
Daisy:"Then give me some signs, are we in the same classes?"
Nymos:"No."
"He said no, that means, he is a senior. " I told Leyla.
"Maybe Aiden knows him." Leyla suggested.
"No I don't think he is part of Aiden group of friends."
"Who?" Aiden spoke behind me before taking a seat.
Leyla and I exchanged looks.
Being popular didn't stop Aiden from sitting with us. He took us everywhere with his group of friends and the girls they hanged out with.
"I asked 'who'? Is any of you meeting someone or writing to someone that I don't know about?" Aiden looked from Leyla to me, raising his eyebrow like he was interrogating us.
"No." We responded at the same time shaking our heads in denial.
Before his friends joined us and the girls as well, one of them sat on Aiden's lap.
I didn't quite like that view, so I decided to speak to Nymos.
Daisy:"I wonder if a boy is really able to feel the way you write and not be with any girl that falls on his lap."
