I hate you. I hate you and the way you act, with your laid back attitude and your carefree way of living. I hate how you could have any girl in the stupid school we attend. But I don't blame them. It's not as if they have any brains anyways.
I hate how smart you really are. How you pass all your classes practically effortlessly while I work my freaking butt off, and can still only manage a C-average.
But worst of all, I hate how you make me feel around you. How you make my heart beat quicken, how you make me have to fight to keep my cool around you. All the while you're wearing that stupid cocky(Yet somehow incredibly charming) smile.
IT DRIVES ME CRAZY! I don't want to feel these things in the first place, let alone around you. No matter how attractive you are with spiky, yet soft, crimson red hair, your emerald green eyes and your pale ski- NO! I refuse to acknowledge how much I enjoy it when you kiss me. When I feel you hands on either side of my neck...
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I don't hate you.
Maybe...I just know it's hopeless to try.
How do I know?
Because. I see you. I see you around that Demyx guy. See how you two act. I know it's him you love. It's me you lust for. You can try telling me I'm wrong. I know I'm not.
But for now, I can live with thinking that one day my love will be returned.
...or maybe it won't.