You're Making A Mistake

My morning wasn't very eventful, I had a quick stream playing Rocket League and I reached a little over two hundred viewers. It may not be much considering the amount I've been getting since that celebratory stream, but it's still something. For some unknown reason, Alina pops into my head. Her bright, uplifting smile shines into my memory. I wonder what she's up to right now. Just like I summoned her, the booming sound of footsteps come running to my door and a second later I see Alina, happier than ever. Her beaming smile could cut through walls. I lay across my bed like a crap, scrolling on my phone.

"What's up?" I ask her, not getting out of my odd yet comfortable position.

"Two things," She says, holding up two fingers and looking at me weirdly. "One, you look funny." She gestures to all of me and I shrug. "Two, I have a date!" She squeals. I can hear Keita and Afia stop what they're doing and listen in.

"Congratulations!" I smile, hiding any sort of disapproving I may have. "Who is it?"

"Zack!" She yells. She spins in a circle and lays next to me.

"The one with glasses, the jock or the gamer?" I ask her. We're in highschool, there are tons of Zacks. Although, I'm not friends with any of them, I know she is.

"The one that dyed his hair blonde and says it's natural," She smiles. Oh no, this isn't good. Zack Peters is an absolute jerk! The other Zacks may have some flaws here and there, but they're nice guys and share a few interests with her. However, Zack Peters is a fuckboy and will 100% use her and then make her choose between him and me at the end.

"Don't." I respond before thinking. Keita and Afia appear at the corner of my door after that. Keita is shaking his head like 'shut up,' and Afia has one eyebrow raised waiting for me to explain myself.

Alina gives me a confused look, "Why not?"

"He's a fuckboy!" I shout, Keita throws his arms up in the air and Afia nods in understanding. "You know that, you are the one that had to cheer up all of the girls that he broke."

"Well he's changed!" She shouts back at me, her smile completely gone. "He hasn't broken any girls in months!"

"Probably because he was targeting and focusing on you!" I retort and she gets off of my bed.

She clenches her fists and continues to yell at me, "Why can't you just be happy for me? I was really excited to come and tell you this and then we could talk about it for hours while you play video games! But no, you feel like putting me down!" She twitches and slowly starts shaking her head, I can see the broken heart in her eyes. "I guess he was right, you don't like it whenever I'm with other people. You're jealous and only want me to yourself." I notice a tear leave her eye and she plods out of my room, without saying another word.

"Can't you see?" I mumble to myself with nobody else to listen. "He already started tearing us apart. I just want the best for you and I know that you're making a mistake."

I put down my phone and lie back in back, holding back my own tears. I would've gotten some sleep if Keita and Afia didn't come waltzing into my room. "You're an idiot," Keita starts.

"Shut up, I already know," I mutter through my pillow.

"So he's a fuckboy huh?" Afia cuts off Keita.

"Yeah," I respond, glancing between both of them and closing my eyes again. "And she knows that he's a fuckboy."

Keita cracks his knuckles, "Make him regret making her think this way."

"Shut up," Afia punches Keita's shoulder. "Just give her some time, be there for her when he breaks her."

"I'd rather avoid her getting broken completely," I counter, sitting up and facing them. "I don't want to risk him making her lose all hope in relationships completely." I look at my bed, thinking about what she would be like if she had truly lost all hope. "I don't want to lose her to some fuckboy that doesn't know how to treat such an amazing girl the way she deserves to be treated." A tear falls onto my blanket, "I don't want to lose her."

"Neither do I," Keita looks down.

Afia does the same, "Same here, she's a lot of fun."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me ever again," I mope and lay back onto my bed, wiping tears out of my eyes.

"I doubt that," They both say in unison. They look away from me as I cry, eventually they leave, shutting the door behind them.

"Alina, I love you," I mumble to myself through my tears. Her pissed off face echoing through my mind.