Don't own any characters…. But I wouldn't mind Adam Brody…
These are all Anna's thoughts. I don't dislike Anna, and I just got an idea to do this….
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What did he see in that brunette bitch, anyway?
What is so 'special' about her? The fact that she's a spoiled little princess, and can get whatever the hell she wants?
Or is the fact that she is unnaturally gorgeous. Not that I care, but whatever.
She treats him like shit.
He even knows it.
I can tell when I look at him.
But now, since summer is over, Seth doesn't have the hurt look in his eyes as much.
At cotillion, he was pouting, and sad, and everyone could tell.
But, now, he gets along with her. She talks to him, occasionally, in public.
What the hell is she doing?
She's just fucking with his mind, so he won't date anyone else.
Namely me.
He's too good for her. She doesn't deserve him. But he doesn't realize that.
I wish I could show him. But he won't let me. I thought he wanted to kiss me on the boat.
But I guess not.
I guess I'm just not what he wants. I guess he likes the bitchy princesses. He doesn't like girls that don't think shopping is exercise.
He doesn't like girls that actually have things in common with him.
No. He likes the girls who like to go shopping, and who like to go spend a bunch of money on designer clothes.
Why can't he like me?
Why can't he forget about stupid, evil Summer, and realize that he should be with me?
I'd be perfect for him.
I can make him happy.
How happy can she make him?
But can she actually have an intelligent conversation with him? Can she actually keep him entertained?
I think I'm losing my mind.
I need to stop thinking about him.
But I can't.
Everywhere I go, he's there.
Even in my thoughts, he's there.
He's in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my mind,
I just can't forget about him.
Not that I want to forget him.
I just need a break from him.
Actually, I need a break from that fake bitch.
I wish I could just… make her go away.
I want her to just leave him alone.
I want to be the one he runs to when he's fought with his parents, or Ryan.
I want to be the one he calls at 3 am, when he can't sleep.
I want to be the one he loves.
But I can't.
He doesn't love me.
He doesn't see me that way.
I'm just his friend.
I'm Anna. The friend. The lab partner.
I can't be Anna, the girlfriend. Or the love interest.
No. That title goes to Summer, in all her bitchiness.
What the hell does Summer have that I don't?
Wait… I know…
Seth…