I watched as Chloe stood there struggling with words and my stomach flipped uneasily "Its not like that," she said finally.
"No it wasn't. Not at first." I turned my face away unable to look at her child like eyes so filled with pain.
"I'm right aren't I?" I said looking her over
"It's not like that," she said again. She couldn't even defend herself. My blood seemed to boil. She just stood there looking at me trying to work out what was happening.
I gave Chloe the picture that I made of her and turned to walk back the way we came, my hands stuffed into my pockets hunched over as if trying to shelter myself like one would do from the wind.
Why was it that with the one girl that mattered, with the one girl that I knew I loved, fell for him. I had spent weeks obsessing about this girl, drawing her, thinking about her, flirting with her, hell even dreaming about her.
Why the heck had she fallen for my brother? Wasn't I the one that girls looked at across the classroom? Why was she any different? I had everything going for me. I was hot, sporty, funny and easy to talk to.
I thought back to what It was like when we were back in school the last time. Derek all ways sat next to me at lunch. I guess he was like my silent guardian. At first my other friends would try to make small talk with him but after awhile that would stop. They would ignore him. Girls would come at me chests first batting their eyelids and guys would interrogate me about sports but everyone's eyes slipped passed Derek. The worst part was I didn't even care.
I stopped walking. The red had disappeared over my eyes like it had frozen and fallen to my stomach where it was now sitting, sticky and slimy. I felt guilty.
I looked to each side of the trail and noticed a rock with plants growing up out of It and sat down.
I was selfish. I was the grade school student that bullied first graders out of their puddings. I would have to make it up to him somehow.