MUSIC: House on a Hill - The Pretty Reckless

Amelia above^

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Amelia's P.O.V:

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I walked out of the bathroom with Cher at my side, acting as if I hadn't just had a breakdown. I was grateful that she didn't ask too many questions and just allowed me to bathe in my thoughts.

We walked into the common room to find a bunch of 6th formers in there, obviously just finished with their classes. I spotted the boys and my fists clenched when I saw Ryan laughing and joking with the boys, looking happy. Why did I feel like I needed to apologise when he's the one that left me in a time where I needed him?

'That's love my darlings.'

Shut up!

The quote from Georgina ran through my head. I willed myself not to acknowledge her after everything she did to betray me. She told me one thing about what was going to happen whilst I was there, but everyone else told me another. 

It was hard not to think of her when I thought of him.

It was only when Cher walked up to him and slapped Ryan around the face that he noticed us.

"What the fu*k?" He exclaimed as he held his hand to his cheek and turned to face Cher and I, the rest of the boys shouted words and sounds like "beef!","ohhhh!" and "wrecked mate!"

"You're a prick is what." Cher simply answered and sat down on the chair whilst getting her phone out and texting someone.  Ryan simply looked between her and me, then between her and the boys, as if he was silently asking if that just really happened.

"She's correct." I said, shoving past him and sitting next to Cher, my arms crossed angrily.

"What? What have I done?"

I stared at him in surprise that he could be so dumb before laughing bitterly.

"You know exactly what you've done. You're just too much of an arsehole to admit it."

"I seriously have no clu- shit." He mumbled as realisation suddenly dawned on his face.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I glared at him venomously before standing up and walking out of the room and towards the front entrance of the school. I tried to ignore the footsteps that followed but he kept calling my name, over and over and over. Once we were outside I angrily turned to him, only to find him right behind me.

"What Ryan? What? What else could you possibly have to say to me, huh?" I shouted at him angrily and he didn't even flinch.

"Look Amelia, I'm sorry okay. I just, I feel like you keep shutting me out. And. And it's just... I feel left out, like Derek knows everything and you are constantly whispering with Cher already, the boys don't pay attention to anything other than pissing the crap out of everyone, Derek's constantly in his own world trying pick up chicks and I'm just there. I don't know how to put it but all I know is that it's a shitty feeling. A very shitty one and I'm tired of it. I just... I flipped out at you and I'm sorry, but I did it for a reason that I still stand by. I respect that you might not want to tell me, or don't feel ready to tell me everything about your past but we've been good friends for so long Amelia... Fu*k you're my best friend Amelia, and this is such a girly thing to say but best friends don't keep secrets, and I feel like we keep secrets from each other and I'm just...I'm sorry, okay. For everything. But I want you to know that I'm trying Amelia. I'm trying so damn hard for you and I feel like I'm getting absolutely nowhere.  I can't- I don't- I just..." He wiped his hands down his face tiredly before continuing.

"Amelia. I. I just.-" He paused before taking a huge breath. My chest filled with fear at what he was about to say.

"Amelia I fu*king love you."

I still. And he just shakes his head at what he just revealed.

"W.What?"

"I just. You mean so much to me Amelia. I try my best to protect you and I will protect you and love you for every single second of your life and I... You're my best friend and I love you because you're my best friend. And I just. You're so...Perfect. To me. You just. You're amazing, and I love you Amelia. Because you're my best friend. So you can get that look off of your face; I'm not professing my love to you so much that I want to marry you, you're just my best friend and I love you, okay. You got that?" He mumbled, scuffing his foot along the pavement looking down. My heart filled with an unknown emotion and then I realised.

I liked Ryan Richards, no matter how many times he friend zoned me, I liked him. A lot. As more than a friend.

Crap I like him. Crap.

"Are. Are you going to say something?" He asked me quietly, he seemed nervous. I couldn't form any words and so I just wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him, and I knew that the hug would mean more than words ever could.

You may not love me as a lover, Ryan Richards. But you're giving me the best kind of love out there.