Today walking by them was just so, so painful. I said hey at least and she totally would do anything to make sure I'm invisible; she started to tug on his shirt collar while nipping at his ear so she could whisper in his ears "let’s go." At least when she was dragging him by the hand taking the lead he looked back and mouthed the words 'my house 6', then he flashed the most divine breathe taking smile and nodded, i couldn't help myself all I did was giggle and blush.
I flung my bag to the floor of my 1951 yellow pickup truck, the only noise it makes is the noise of my class textbooks hitting the seat and falling to the floor. I start the engine and turn the radio on the as I start to back out of the schools parking lot when, out of nowhere a 2007 blue ford mustang speeds down and almost hits the tail of my truck. When they decide to back up and come ask me if i was okay, and if they hit me... I sat in silence; I've never seen him before. Then when I finally catch my breath I spit out the words "I'm fine" when I can't take my eyes off of him. He hands me a slip of paper with the words text it on the front as he walks away from my truck and back into his mustang. I've always wanted to meet a mysterious person, and now I have it makes me want to learn more and it’s like a cliff hanger, I'll never forget about those black eyes, and curly hair.
It's five, I feel so drowsy I don’t really want to get ready to go to Chris's house but I do I miss having me and him time. So i throw on my good jeans and my favorite green tee with our school hoodie. Then I walk like a zombie down to my truck and head down to his house. As I got there he was waiting at the door then I ask playfully "waiting for someone?" he laughs and nudges me on my shoulder as he replies "just a pretty blonde who I have for a best friend". I couldn't help but giggle. He rushes me inside and tells me that something is on his chest and he really needs my help to get it off... I'm really excited; I feel my heart start to race the pounding on my chest, the butterflies swarming at the bottom of my gut. He lets out a big sigh and starts to move his lips like he is getting comfortable to the words he is about to say. I don't know what to think all these thoughts just come rushing threw my head. It must be something really important if it looks like someone needs to smack him in the back for him to start speaking.
Oh my gosh!! Is he serious!? I cannot believe the words that just came out of his lips. Nothing I wanted at all, how could he do this to me? This is all because of her! He tells me we can't talk at school because she's scared of COMPETITION what is there compete? He doesn't even notice the way I look at him, he doesn't see the way I see. It devastates me so badly, but we made an amazing song, he made on his own and he sang it to me, I have this odd feeling that it was about me it was so adorable. But I won't assume anything, but his voice is just so amazing it makes me sad to think no one knows how talented he is, no one sees like anything that I see, but oh well maybe one day it's possible he will see me the way I see him, he will care for me the way I do to him. But for now I'm just going to have to deal with that and his annoying girlfriend.
I'm running I'm breathing very heavily, my lungs as well as right behind my ribs have that such a burning ping. He's running behind me really fast, I could never imagine running as fast as I am. Suddenly, a curved root blocked my path, my foot got caught in it and I fell to the ground making a high pitched squeal with no intention to. I try to choke back my pain as the watery tears start to fall from my eyes slowly making its way to hit the damp path I have fallen in. He looks down as me, showing off his sinister smile, those deep gazing dark eyes I've seen them somewhere I just don't know where, suddenly everything goes dark. I can’t see a thing. The only thing I hear is high pitched screams, voices deep in shadows whispering amongst themselves, I can't really make out the words but the sounds send shivers down my spine. What’s going to happen am I going to be okay?
I'm awakened by the blatant sound of my alarm clock; it was all just a dream. I trembling and confused of what I had to be thinking about to have such a dream, so vivid, so detailed, and so real. I throw on my favorite Falling In Reverse tee-shirt with my rocker jeans with all the rips and light grey tint mixed with the dark blue denim, I put on my purple beanie, my best friend ring Chris gave me for my Birthday, and I put on my makeup and messed my hair up in wavy curls with that messy mixture in it. I rush down stairs knowing I'm almost late I swipe my bag from the counter and put on my black converse as I rush to my truck. I have to keep twisting my keys till I hear the rumble of the engine start to kick in. My bag falls to the floor as I back out like a maniac on the highway to go to school. I made it just as the bell to first period rang. It was a close one but I made it.
