Just like the movies

It was just like the movies.

The moment and Arthur pushed the doors open, he heard a conscious drop in volume within the school hallways. Everywhere he looked eyes were ducking from his gaze and when he walked past, he could feel said eyes following his steps. The murmur swept through the school auditorium, slowly rising until it became a frenetic cheer, whooping his name as he felt thousands of bodies against him, pattin his back, shaking his hand... slapping his ass?

Arthur ducked through the crowd, basking in the atmosphere before catching Marcus' eye, his friend chatting up two girls.

"Oh yeaaaaah! Man of the moment, baby!" Marcus cried out, striding towards Arthur and high-fiving him. Arthur grinned as they launched into a handshake.

"So I was jus' talkin to these pretty ladies over here..." Marcus began, gesturing to the two girls who were bashfully smirking and unabashedly pressing their bodies to Marcus. They were pretty enough, curling hair, one blond and one brunette. They had the standard valley drawl that harlots did in general and were wearing clothes that looked like they were sized for preschoolers.

"Tryna run the two man?" Marcus asked, whispering conspiratorially in Arthur's ear. Arthur chuckled, letting a small smile spread across his face.

"Maybe, Mark. Maybe." Arthur answered slyly before walking off into another throng.

"Artie!" A bubbly voice yelled, and Arthur shrieked as he felt a raging mass slam into his body.

"Argh!" Arthur groaned as he looked down to see Kat tightly wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm so proud of you! I always knew you could do it!" She exclaimed happily before letting him go and staring up at him breathlessly. Arthur grinned and smiled back, staring deeply into her intricate blue eyes. He took a breath and for a moment everything around them went silent. He noticed every detail about her in excruciating detail, as he'd done so many times before. The dimple she got next to her nose when she smiled. The smattering of freckles that looked like a constellation.

It was as if some invisible **** was gently tugging them together. Arthur trembled as he felt Kat's hand rest on his cheek, both numbingly cold and yearningly warm. He dipped his head down subconsciously as she stood on her tiptoes. Her eyes were closer now, and Arthur dimly noticed the way that the harsh hallways lights flicked across her irises. And their lips were even closer now...

Suddenly Arthur was jolted to the side, a bruising pain erupting in his arms. Kat squeaked and stumbled to the side, their magnetic connection brutally torn apart. Arthur's eyes widened as they searched for the culprit, his fists balling up in preparation.

"Yessir!" Sheyla exclaimed, flinging herself into Arthur's torso. Arthur merely stood as he felt her rub her body against his, pressing her soft cheek into the crook of his neck. Arthur feebly wrapped his arms back around Sheyla, purely out of reflex but his eyes stayed fixed on the grounding blue of Kat's eyes as he stumbled back under the weight of Sheyla's hug.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Call her back? Drop to a knee?

But the words shrivelled up and died in his throat and he felt an ache throb through his chest as Kat turned around and was lost in the crowd.

"Arthur! Great job!" Sheyla exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his head and forcefully dragging his gaze to hers.

"W-what?" Arthur spluttered, still thinking of Kat, barely registering Sheyla.

"I-I said great job! F-for the win?" Sheyla said. Arthur nodded foolishly, his eyes still scanning the crowd reflexively.

"Oh... thanks." He murmured.

"You don't care, do you?" Sheyla suddenly asked. Arthur flinched, her tone as sharp as a whip. He was pulled out of his daze and dragged his eyes back to Sheyla's, her vibrant green eyes clouded with what looked like tears.

"What?" Arthur questioned, his eyes furrowing.

"What, what, what, is that all you can say?" Sheyla growled suddenly. She drew herself up, seemingly towering of Arthur despite their similar statures. Arthur gulped.

"I'm doing everything for you, Artie! I'm always next to you, always standing by you! But you still only care about that... that BITCH! THAT HUSSY!" Shelya roared. Arthur nervously cut his eyes to the side, flinching as he saw people around them trying to surreptitiously listen in.

"Sheyla-"

"DON'T FUCKING 'SHEYLA' ME!" She howled, before suddenly appearing to flinch at her outburst and breathing. Arthur attempted to placatingly put his hands up but Sheyla harshly turned her eyes away,

"Fine Arthur. Fine. You've made your choice. I guess-" She paused, her voice breaking. Sheyla took a deep breath and Arthur watched in petrification as small tears leaked out from beneath her eyes. For the thousandth time, Arthur silently noted how beautiful Sheyla looked, regardless of how unfortunate the circumstances were. Her light brown hair tumbled down her hair in definitive curls, framing her sharp and angular face beautifully. Her eyes were seductive feline, framing her sharp nose beautifully, one that curved down to pouty lips.

"-I guess I just won't be enough." She squeaked out, before she abruptly turned around and ran off, ducking into the ground. Arthur once again lost sight of her... just as he had with Kat mere minutes ago.

"FUCK!" Arthur roared, spinning around and slamming a hand into the metal lockers. Pain exploded through his knuckles but he didn't care.

"FUCK!"