I was always a jerk; I went out with Darcy, ignored you and forgot our anniversary. I always thought you'd be there waiting for me and forgiving me when I screwed up but I guess I was wrong. Your beautiful face used to crease into a frown every time you saw sky or Brandon hugging Bloom or Stella. I never gave you that kind of affection, I wasn't built for that.
I am the type who's fast and lusting. I want everything quick, bikes, fights, and one day you caught me. I remember I was getting into it with that girl what's her name again Sheila, Leila it's not important. The you burst in and my heart broke. I can never forget the way you whispered "Riven" and then ran away. I didn't run after you, I don't know why but I didn't, I couldn't.
The next day I came to Alfea, Stella sent me away with a slap. I visited constantly for the next week yet you never saw me. Soon I gave up and returned to fucking random girls hoping to get just one ounce of what I felt with you, it didn't work.
One day I heard you were going out with a guy called "Derek" he was in my class, I hate to admit it but he was quite strong and smart and seemed to attract the girls with his brown hair and smile. He didn't seem your type. I thought your type was moody purple haired guys not happy confident brunettes' I wanted to rip his head off.
A month after that I was constantly watching him hoping to see him cheating or doing something bad but I never realised…he wasn't me. Then on a Tuesday afternoon you came.
I was outside joking with Nabu when I saw you, you looked like an angel. Long blue hair down your back in a high ponytail with a floppy fringe. You were wearing your favourite jeans and a yellow t-shirt. I hate Yellow. You smiled but you smiled past me. It was him "Derek" and when I saw him loop his arm around you and you giggle and ride off into the sunset I wanted to cry.
Because every time you come here it's not for me.
