Mr. Maker
"It's alright, it's okay." "Mr. Maker will be fine."
You stand a foot away from me with that broken smile sprawled across your beautiful face and I can't help but smirk. I have you wrapped around my finger, and you don't even know it yet. I confidently strut away from you down the hallway and on to my next class. I still have your heart and I'm not planning on giving it back any time soon. I look at the clock and do the math in my head. In 6 hours and 33 minutes, you will be mine, Clare Edwards.
My fool proof plan floats around in my head like a soft cloud blocking all my thoughts, but it's worth it. I gave it all up for you." Are you okay?" I ask curiously watching your cautious face. I wanted an uneasy smile or a nod or something to make this all worth it. But all I got were your pretty blue eyes staring up at me. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't ask for anything more. I have you right where I want you and there's nothing you can do about it.
"Clare." I whisper as I gently stroke the side of your smooth face. And I know it's taking all of the strength you have not to kiss me, because I'm holding back a bit myself. "I have a boyfriend." You state warningly. "Do you remember Jake?" And I know that I probably should start to feel bad. But I don't. I'll have you in my arms in a snap of a finger and that's all that really matters. "I've moved on and I think you should too." "I have." I interrupt. "Do you remember Imogen?" I mock and then I see your face drop and I know that my plan is working.
"I guess I'll meet up with you tomorrow at lunch?" You ask changing the subject and I gently nod my head as you begin walking away. I had all the time in the work to plan how to get you back, but I never thought of what I'd say to you. But it's not even important because I know that when you look in my dark green eyes that I won't even have to say anything. You're just that easy.
I lie down in my warm bed, trying not to think of your soft pink lips and how they were frowning earlier today. Because then I would start to feel guilty and I really don't want to feel anything. I reach in my bag and pull out a small vile of little white anxiety pills as one makes it way gently down my throat. I'll forget about your vibrant blue eyes and pretty auburn curls for now, but I will get you back Clare Edwards. If it's the last thing I do.
Hey Guys!..Sorry I haven't updated in a while..Just a one shot I've been thinking about writing for a while..Please read and review and tell me what you think! :)