I tell myself that he's not worth the tears, but they just keep falling.

He has a girlfriend, you know. That Nina girl. She doesn't like me very much. She won't say it- but I know. When he's not looking, I receive cold glares and grimaces.

Every morning he ignores me. He's too busy spending time with her. It's the same way once the last bell sounds at school. But during those 6 hours of class- he's mine.

During science I love the focused look he gets when he reads. A little crease forms on his forehead as he stares at the book. He'll catch me staring and blush; he thinks I don't see the small smile on his lips...but I do. He'll joke about the way Alfie doesn't understand a word the teacher says, and I'll giggle and bite my lip playfully. He tries to act casual when he drapes his arm over my shoulder, but we both know that a blush is creeping up on our cheeks.

When it comes time for french, I'm practically drooling. The way the words just flow from those soft lips... I remember when the teacher taught us how to say 'I love you'. He had turned to me and beamed, flashing those gorgeous white teeth. He slowly said 'Je t'aime' as a blush crept onto his cheeks and tinged his ears pink. I giggled at him and replied, 'Je t'aime trop'.

But even after all the flirtatious banter and stolen glances; he still leaves school holding her hand, while mine dangles by my side, cold and lonely.


Ever wondered how Joy feels? She's not a heartless bitch like we all make her out to be. She's just someone who was taken away from her friends and the love of her life... She came back and some new girl had taken her place. Do you ever wonder what a day being Joy is like?