Every single day you see him.
It's kinda hard not to.
He passes by your locker every morning with his phone in one hand and a coffee with two sugars in the other. Sometimes he'll stop and talk to you for a few minutes. Sometimes he'll smile and nod and keep walking, and then there are times where he doesn't even bother to look up.
You seem him walk through the halls everyday her ice cold hand gripping his warm tan hand tightly. Their hands always connected, their arms always around each other, and their lips always touching.
And it's hell on earth.
You see him every day of your life. He's your friend, practically your older brother. He would do anything for you, and be there when you need him, but it's just not enough.
Because you're in love with Jade's boyfriend.
Jade is supposed to be your best friend. Well, that's what everybody assumes. In all reality, you can't stand her.
You're not just at Hollywood Arts for your singing; you're a kick ass actress.
You really wouldn't mind her; it's just that she's dating the boy you've been in love with for years.
You remember when your crayons broke in kindergarten and he hugged you when you cried.
You remember the first time you died your hair, you mixed the dye wrong and it came out orange, he said you looked beautiful even though you know it looked like shit.
Even a few weeks ago, he helped you get over your Sky Store addiction.
You see, he's always been there, just not the way you want him to be.
You sometimes think he likes you too.
Thinks there is more to his smiles and his nods and his hugs and his laughs.
But then you see him with the Wicked Bitch of the West and all happy thoughts vanish from your head.
Because you were stupid to think you could have him.
Why would anything ever work out for you?
