Story title: Pretend
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance.
Summary: I pretend to hate you, to loathe you. I have to.
Pretend you were she and he was your enemy... Play along.
In the halls were enemies...
I grab you hair, spit in your face and smile with pleasure. I laugh when you try to mumble hateful words back. Laugh when you trip over your own two feet.
If you ask me the truth I'll tell you. I struggle not to cry in front of you because I am sorry. (Sorry for doing this.)
You glare at me, sadly wishing that I would stop and help you pick up the books that I shoved out of your delicate fingers.
I taunt you all the while you ignore me. Trying to do your work. I know you hear me. I know you hate me. You want to punch me, make me say the words that you wish for me to speak upon my damned lips.
We had this going on for years now. You ignoring me and acting as if I don't exist. Pretending playing our parts we've mastered over the years. I the nasty Slytherin and you the Angel kind and gentle. If I could I would kiss you. Tell you I want you. I'm sorry, Angel. To see you cry hurts and when I see what Fred does to you hurts even more.
I can't help it. It's my role, my part, and my nature. I'm sorry. I've said this before "I'm sorry" but they mean nothing to you because I'll never tell you.
Tell you the truth.
That I'm lying.
Lying to myself for years and till this day this very second as I watch you across the Great Hall.
Fred doesn't deserve you. I wish I could show you, tell you. Help you. Love you.
Were great actors you know.
I know your pretending to love Fred. I know because I care. Let me love you. I can save you from him. Just watch.
I'll hold you close. Whisper consoling words telling you how I felt for so long, for way too long, hiding them away and packing them away in a case.
You catch my eye and you quickly turn away from my gaze.
Why do you stare at me like that? Do I scare you?
I don't mean to.
You're the smart one making me dance circles around you. Waiting to see you explode and give me the row I wanted. The passion of hate, the hate that I made you wish upon me. Is it because I make you spill more emotion on me than on any other?
I am sitting here thinking of you. Your lips, your dark brown eyes... God I love you.
If I kissed you, would you slap me out of anger because I treated you like this? Or would it be because I took to long to show my true feelings towards you?
We'll never know.
It'll never happen.
I am your puppet. Your emotions control how I feel, where to move, when to react.
When to leave.
I never meant to hurt you. I'm just acting. Putting on a show for everyone around like I'm supposed to while you pull the strings in the right places.
I pretend to hate you, to loathe you. I have to.
I'm sorry...
I can't help it, Angel
A/N: yeah this is my first Montague/Angelina story. I've grown to like this couple. I hope you all review. It would make me happy and urge me to update quicker. By the way check out he story Mark of Montague it's a good story by Luckylilly. Next chapter will be up soon.
