🍃 Nyla 🍃

Intro "he's cradling her hips.. pulling her in.. kissing her lips.. whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen and that she should be with me by the water fountain..." your POV: i've always been sensitive. everyone knew that. especially Finley. So how was i not surprised when it happened? Nyla is (was) your best friend. Nicknames, code words, funny hand signals, inside jokes, gossip, chat, doing eachothers hair, you get the point. The best type of friends. Late night sleepovers, testing creepy myths, truth or dare, scaring each other. The type that could bullg each other and wouldn't mind. You always told her your crush, and she did too. She's never fidgeted. Always bubbly and talkative. A ray of sunshine. Confident and technically popular. The teachers knew her name. Everyone waved to her when she passed. Yeah, yeah. You had had a crush on Finley since he joined school. It was so unexpected when one day, Nyla was all blush and fidgets and quiet. You shrugged it off. But you noticed the way she kept day-dreaming, her gaze often focused on Finley. A cool morning breeze crept through the school field. The concrete was only a few steps away, the marble, breath-taking fountain right in the middle. It was your best spot to chat with Nyla. You guys had agreed to meet and chat about the tea in your classes since you guys were seperated. You, overthinking, arrive 20 minutes early just in case. You were thinking about history and how badly you wanted to drop the subject, staring around at the dew settling on the grass nearby. Your eyes move up from Finley's polished shoes, almost on someone else's, to his hair, his face. But his lips... On Nyla's. You: Sensitive, overthinking, pick the rest