I gaze dreamily at her. She struts across the lunchroom, blowing a piece of bubble gum. Flipping her glossy black hair, she sits next to Jesse. He smiles at her and hugs her tightly. I sigh. How I wish I was him. Of course, I could’ve been if I wasn’t so stupid. I’ve loved her since freshman year, and yet I still found a way to screw it up, and now she’s with my best friend. Or at least he used to be. Apparently, once you get together with the hottest girl in town, you don’t need friends. She glances over and we meet eyes. My heart leaps out of my chest. With a pop of her gum, she winks at me. Maybe I’m not so unlucky after all. -Kassidy Kessler
*Artwork by Monica Turntine
Kira Findley - Frank was sitting there watching Jessie and her girl. She was sweet and kind. He wished that he had Jessie’s girl. He was wondering where he could find a woman like that. He sat there playing his guitar in the coffee shop playing music for the rest of the shop. He was watching her emerald green eyes. He started singing about her on accident. He always felt dirty when he heard them talking cute. He was starting to cry a little. He had no idea what she didn’t see in him. He hit a sharp C cord and it led into a beautiful guitar solo. He was trying not to cry his heart out so he sang it out.
She’s watching him with those eyes. He’s standing in the low light of the bar's parking lot. She
was behind him. Closing the distance quite quickly. Jesse didn’t know what hit him. When he did
his eyes were dull and lifeless. She killed Jesse. “Where can I find a woman like that?” I asked,
being a detective for the Chicago PD. The man I talked to seemed shifty. He knew something.
“You know,” he muttered softly, “I wish I had Jessie’s girl..”. He wished he was
dead. The foul woman had killed my best friend. - Sam Duing
Julie Sheppard - “Nothing was perfect”...that’s what’s they always said. But they were wrong, and I knew that
now. Jessie's girl. I wish that I had Jessie’s girl. Where can I find a woman like that? Well I know
I can’t because perfection can be created but cannot be replicated.
Seven billion people on this planet. Did you know that? Seven. Billion. And for whatever ridiculous reason she managed to appear here, next to me, of all places. What are the odds of that? What are the odds that I could be this lucky? Why would the universe decide to play the biggest practical joke on me, of all people? I get to be in love with her, and she’s in love with Jessie. - Liv Knobbe
Megan Koch - Charades had been my favorite game since as long as I can remember. My mom used to tell me stories about how I forced her to play with me. The only problem is that now, Rose is the only one playing charades. She pretended to be my best friend. She pretended to care about me. She pretended to support me. But it was all an act. It was a farce. A masquerade. I assume you’ve heard the story of her boyfriend? Yeah, they broke up. And now he’s mine.
I feel a heavy burden in my heart when I see those two. They’re so perfect together, but I can’t control my intrusive thoughts. They way he looks at her melts my heart, which tells me indirectly that he loves her with his entire heart, and she returns the look, further destroying me. I know I should be happy for my best friend, as he would do the same, but something is stopping me. I just can’t help but think of ways to break them apart. I know it’s horrible, and I would never ever in a million years act on these ideas, but it’s impossible for me to deny my feelings. I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend. - Cora McGrail
Abigail Hammond - My older sister and I have been close for our entire lives. Yes, I was in my older sister’s shadow, but I didn’t mind. I don’t like to be the center of attention like she does. We would tell each other everything. There was only one thing I didn’t want to share with anyone, not even her. This comes to an issue down the line, though. She started dating the guy I was crushing on since I first saw him. That’s what I didn’t want to share with her. I’m happy for my big sis, but I am jealous, and it does hurt.
I look over at my current love interest, Jessie. He is handsome and nice to me, but I’m wishing for something more than just sweet words and hugs. I think I’ll break up with Jesse. Besides, he has a really good friend who respects my boundaries even when he obviously has a crush on me. That’s what I need. Not some guy who is with me just to have a girlfriend but someone who genuinely thinks I’m 10/10. I heard him talking over the phone about me. He wishes he had Jessie’s girl? Well...that’s just what he’s going to get. - Monica Turntine