Loyalty

I have always had an attraction to British culture. Their accents, the history, the rain, and most importantly, the people. Cara Delevingne was a major celebrity crush of mine. She is beautiful, funny, and never gave a fuck of what other people thought of her. Everyday I could check social media for any updates on her. If she had any new model shoots or movies she was starring in. I was obsessed.

My best friend at the time new all about my obsession with this beautiful British model and wasn't having it. He told me her boobs weren't big enough and she was way too skinny to be considered a "hot chick." He had been my best friend for eight years and I had looked up to him the entire time and we knew every detail of each others life. Everyone seemed to love him and want to be around him; so anything he said to me had to be right.

We went to small prep school where not a lot happened. Every year we saw and hangout with same people. There was the same drama and same old relationships. At the time I was fresh a junior in high school and I had never been in a real relationship. All the girls at our school had always been interested in my friend while I was left in his shadow. He was everything that I was, but we were still very different people. He was the type to make dumb decisions and be super impulsive while I was smarter and thought things through and never got into trouble.

As junior year started rolling I thought it would be another year of loneliness, and I was fine with that. However, a rumor was going around school that we were to have a new student. A few of my friends had heard of her, but no one really knew who she was so I didn't think too much about it.

So the days went on where all I focused on was school and hanging out with my friends. As usual, after school, we would chill in the quad, but it was a bit more boring that day because my friend wasn't there. He skipped class that day to hang out with a girl. while we were sitting at one of the benches, we noticed a small group of three people walk by. One of our counselors, an older gentleman, and a girl our age. The new girl.

As usual, the new girl coming to school was a huge deal, everyone was talking about her but no one really knew about her. The first day she attended class she sat across from me. She was pretty and had a very unique style. I decided that I was going to talk to her after class.

I introduced myself and made small talk like where she was from and what her name is. Her name was Ruby. And she was from London. Immediately interested in this strange girl from the London I continued talking to her and found out we had our next class together. We sat together and talked all period about the UK and why she would come to such a small and boring school. The class had ended and I was very pleased with my new friend and had even built up a bit of an attraction. So immediately I had to tell my best friend about this girl. His response was, "yeah, she is pretty hot."