I opened my locker to realize that yet again; I left my wallet at home. I swam through the crowded hallways and sat at one of the benches that surrounded a small outside area where the occasional poetry freaks and tree huggers were. I sat, taking out my science text book trying to soak up as much information as I could before the test next period.
Nick approached me, looked over my shoulder and let out a small crooked grin.
I glanced at him for a second then looked back down at the book.
"Hey" he said, as if nothing was wrong, as if everything was absolutely fine.
"Hi" I said dryly then quickly gathered my books and got up, planning to leave when he grabs my wrist, forwarding me to his direction. I yanked it away.
"Would you stop?" I said- being as careful as possible to not make a scene- that was exactly what the last thing I need, especially after the incident the other day.
"Not until I know what's wrong"
I got to be honest. I was about to pour my heart out. About everything, but suddenly I decided that I was overreacting.
"Oh, nothing's wrong…I'm just..Uh scared about…the test" I pulled off my best fake smile that faded as soon as I turned around.
'Kay, Ill see you later then" and he smiled another one of his amazing little crooked smiles.
As I walked up the grey cement stairs that led up to the science department, all I could think of was the thought that me and nick not being friends. Miley wasn't worth our friendship- but I could never let it go.
I hated Miley. I hated her so much. I hated nick. I dreaded the idea of them being together. I hated that the guy I was completely and irrevocably in love with could be with another girl, with one of my friends. I wonder if Miley would still date him if she knew the truth. If she knew that I dream about him every night, hoping that one day he would come to his senses and realize I'm the girl that's been here all along. But of course, I was that "Demi Lovato", the misfit, the outcast" while miley practically ruled the school. Oh no, Miley Cyrus didn't have a gap. Miley Cyrus doesn't have a cleft chin. Miley Cyrus didn't have any extra pounds. I stroked my chin hoping that magically it would become like any other chin on the planet but as always it didn't work.
Throughout science, I simply could not focus. Images of nick and miley in the janitors closet that day clogged my mind. I tried to not think of way her lip-gloss was smeared across his lips and collar. I tried. I really tried- but I couldn't.
I mean my cheeks flushed with red even thinking of the awkward moment when they realized I was staring looking almost as if I was about to cry. I was deep into thought when I realized I had less than 10 minutes to finish the rest of the test.
"Crap" I mumbled under my breath as I filled in each bubble without even merely glancing at the question. The bell ringed just in time and I stumbled out of my seat and managed to get out of the building without bumping into nick.
I knew one thing for sure- today was the day when I began my journey to become nicks girlfriend. That didn't sound too right though, I didn't want to be his girlfriend, I wanted to be his soul mate, his everything- and Miley could not mess things up this time.