What Butterflies Don’t Tell You. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Sally’s POV I exhaled deeply, clutching the gift box I had particularly stayed up all night curating for Justin. This was it. I was finally going to tell Justin how I have truly felt after three years in colledge. It was our senior year and I didn’t want to live my entire life regretting why I never took the chance. I stood outside the building where Justin was throwing his birthday party. He hadn't entirely invited me to the party; he always thought it wasn’t my thing. My eyes rolled. But I was his best friend, so I guessed I was invited anyway. I had picked my best outfit just for today, wore the pink frame of my glasses, and put on more cologne than usual. Butterflies danced in my belly. I pushed through the doors. The music hit me instantly. Hip-hop. Justin's favorite genre—I never quite understood it, but I liked it because he did. “Wow, this place is packed," I muttered, my eyes scanning the room. I weaved through the crowd and spotte

Immediately I slipped into the car beside Michael. He shot me a look. “What?” "Were you and Cole Hayman making out? You got two brothers in one night? Damn. "Teach me your ways, Sally." He started the engine. “Ewww no! We weren’t making out; in fact, nothing went as planned today.” He honked again for the couple in front of us to walk faster before pulling out of the curb. “Oh-oh, what happened?” “I caught him in a dare or something kissing Matilda." “Ouch, Matilda.” He grinned. "To be fair, she’s hot." I glared at him. “Not helping, Mike." He reached for my palm and gave it a little squeeze. "No matter what, Sis, I am always here for you." His hand on mine eased the arch in my chest a little. Sometimes, I forget he is my junior brother. He just got into college, and I couldn’t be happier that I had someone like him around, most especially to cover for me with my parents. Who, by the way, doesn't give me breathing space. I pulled my hand away. "That's enough."

I brightened automatically. Cole’s jaw tightened for half a second, but he looked away before I could be sure. Justin’s voice made my chest tighten. I tried to sound normal, but my hands itched to fidget with my bag strap.” “Hey,” I answered. “Why weren’t you in class?” Justin asked. “I just… wasn’t feeling it.” “You okay?” “Yeah.” “Emmm. You still coming for the practice, right?” Fuck. My stomach sank. I’d completely blanked on the tournament. Justin was counting on me today, and I was about to let him down. I tightened my grip on my bag, trying not to look panicked. I can’t let him know I completely forgot about that… that would be catastrophic. “Yes, sure.” I could practically hear him exhaling on the other end. Relief, but also… a little hope? God, I hated how much I cared what he thought. His voice came through from the other end. “Wow, I almost thought you weren’t coming. Didn’t want to do this alone.” “I wouldn’t want to miss it." “See you there," he said. The l