Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

She watched from across the hall. The boy she wanted - the one she craved - flirting with her best friend. Her fists clenched at her sides. She glared daggers and slammed her locker door closed. It caught their attention. Her friend smiled, walking over. She huffed, whipped around, and stormed away. Why wouldn't he see that she was perfect for him? She knew how to make him smile, knew exactly what to say when he had a problem. So, why? Why was she second best?

Been here all along, so why can't you see?

She cursed silently, roughly running her hands through her hair. No, killing her scalp wouldn't help the situation, but it was a good way to relieve herself of the frustration. She tapped the eraser of her pencil on the desk. The teacher looked up from her desk and shot her a look. Silence meant absolute silence until the bell. She sighed, slapping it down and crossing her arms. She saw someone moving to catch her attention in the corner of her eye and turned her head. The boy gave her a worried look, silently asking what was wrong. Of course. She rolled her eyes, turning back to face forward. Now he cares?

After the final bell rang, students were darting around, running outside, gathering in the halls or at their lockers. She sighed, sitting in the atrium, away from everyone. A voice broke her from her thoughts. She glared as he sat beside her, asking what the problem was. As if she'd tell him. Him of all people! She just turned away, tears pricking her eyes. He placed a warm hand on her arm, turning her back around. They locked eyes. Her breath caught and she shook her head, running. She didn't look back as he called after her, she sure as hell didn't look back as he started chasing her. If she could make it to the, most likely, crowded girls bathroom, she'd be free. But, no. She was never the runner, and he caught up to her. He stepped in front of her. She screamed, threw a fit, tried to bash his skull in, maybe rip out his eyes were her nails. Nothing. He just held her close, whispering in her ear. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand him! So, what does she do? Oh, I'll what you she did, alright. She grabbed that luscious hair of his and smashed her lips to his ever so soft ones. It seemed unsurprising to him, as he kissed back quickly. He didn't force anything. He didn't touch. He was sweet - he was gentle. Kevin Lucas was all she wanted.

You belong with me.

And you know how it goes.
Stella Malone always gets what she wants. Always.


OH SNAP!
I pulled a Kevin/Stella?!
DAAAANG.

;D