She was the one thing that alluded him. The one thing that he could never truly have. He had the brains, he had the friends, everything he wanted. Granted he was a bit dorky, but that never matter much. His friends never really cared. The world he was enveloped within was not his own. No, this world was there's. A world of money, a world of honest courage, and superstar status within the school. His place wasn't there, and yet somehow he seemed as much a part of this little group as any of them. Almost as though the group would fall apart without this weird addition. But he was nothing more then the nice dork who helped her in her eyes. Her eyes were first for the blond basketball star from the other side of the tracks so to speak. The one that he had known longest. Then her eyes fell to the older, more mature, black headed uncle of the blond. Alas, he left her broken, and her eyes turned to the black headed married star of the basketball team who by odd consequence was the half brother of the blond that her eyes had first set sights on. When suddenly there was nobody else her eyes turn to him. However they would never truly see him.
It scares her. This connection to the boy who stands before her. He thought she did not see, but it was what she saw that scared her most. He read her, every part of her. He new her deepest secrets, and yet still he stood. He did not judge, not laugh. His soft smile gracing her with it's presents. His voice more calming then any she ever dared hear before. And yet this one secret hidden well beneath her tough exterior, he did not know. He could not know! She loved him, she new it. However her fear of hurt or losing him held her back. She would not lose this person, he was to important. So instead she turns her attention to other, she had the body after all. She might as well use it. Be the bitchy slut everybody else saw. Yes, that was most logical in her mind. Even thinking for just one second that perhaps she loved another. He was so sweet and so out of reach. But alas, after heart break her attention turned back to the one it had first set sights on. She longed to be safe within those short slightly dorky arms. To have his voice comfort her. No, he was too good for her. He did not deserve her bitchy wrath. She left, gone. She would not submit to this feeling. It was weakness and she would not be weak. But all the days of her life, she would never love as much as she did the boy, who had no idea he was ever loved.
