Prologue:
I have had enough. I never wanted this. I has purposely avoided guys in attempt of avoiding this situation-How did I get here!?!
"Hey Poohbear." I lifted my head from between my arms, where it had been resting. The very cause of my problems stood before me. I rolled my eyes.
"Go away Cory." An expression shadowed over his face, puzzling me briefly. Seconds late it was gone, leaving no trace of its occurrence.
His usual half smile was back. His green eyes however-were focused intensely on me.
"Did I do something?" I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching my head. I felt like my head was going to explode. Talk about a headache.
"Stop messing with my head," I hissed. He arched an eyebrow.
"How exactly am I messing with your head?" It was another one of his stupid mind tricks. I hated it. I hated how he made me feel. I hated how I meant nothing. I hated how he could completely throw off my grip on reality so easily.
"Why do you even bother with me?" he feigned an confused look.
"Why shouldn't I?" I could hear his chuckle that would soon come. It would envelope the air around us and entrance me in its sound.
No. I should not be thinking like this. What's going on with me?
"God, I hate you." I hadn't even notice I said it out loud until I looked up into Cory's clouded yet still eyes. He had thrown his guard up-which meant I had said the wrong thing.
"Hate is a powerful word." He said. His voice wasn't as solid as usual. He cast his eyes away from mine and got off the railing of the stairway. He didn't look back at me once as he climbed the steps and turned the corner.
There was a stinging feeling in my chest. I had hurt him. I knew that. I didn't know how I knew though. He seemed normal when you looked at him….but when I saw the way the humor had left his face, and how intense and somber his eyes felt. His footsteps sounded heavy.
I had hurt him.
And I hated myself for caring. Hadn't it been him who did this to me? He had no right! This is not my fault. I need to face facts and realize my chances with him are zilch. I should push him out of my mind right now.
So why couldn't I?
Why did I care about him so much? He pissed me off regularly! He knew where my buttons were and used them for his own anti-bored device.
UGGH!
I had to go fix this.
I had to go talk to him.
I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of talking to him again as I got up from my comfy step. I heaved a sigh.
Dammit.
