Noticed.

Sitting on the bleachers after being benched for the soccer game, you notice her. And then you notice, you kind of already have. You've noticed the way her amber orbs sparkle when she gets a good grade, or answers a question in class correctly. How they shine when she sees her friends walking towards her or a boy that she's more than just friendly with. You've noticed how they become dull when she sees her current victim overflow with tears from her jabbing, vulgar insults.

You've noticed her smile. How white her teeth are, yet not white enough to have been bleached by some fucking product. You've noticed her dimples, how fucking adorable they are and how deep they go in when she smiles. You've noticed that she has three smiles. The Sarcastic Smile. The Polite Smile. And The Real Smile. The sarcastic smile is full of witty comebacks and a go-fuck-yourself stare. It's cruel and it hurts, (maybe more than anything else). The polite smile is still beautiful, but it's not genuine. It doesn't reach her breathtaking eyes and only half of her perfectly straight teeth show. It makes you want to puke. Then, there's the real smile. The most amazing of all. It's bright. Really bright. The sun's envious it's so fucking bright. It reaches her eyes and they light up like fire. Fire dancing in the circles and the depth. Her dimples; they only appear in that smile. They're so deep and so unreal. All her teeth show and your breath usually leaves you. She's never given you that smile.

You've noticed her hair. It's shiny, almost glossed and it falls in a curtain over her face. When she's having a bad day, it covers her left eye completely. When she's determined, it's pulled back in a tight bun or ponytail. And when she's happy, it falls down her back like it's been glued there. She twirls it around her manicured index finger when she's nervous. And you know for a fact (why do you have to be so fucking clumsy?) that it smells like apples and cinnamon. A cold shower was needed after that encounter.

You've noticed how her nose crinkles up when she thinks something's repulsive. You've noticed that her cheeks turn pink when someone compliments her. You've noticed that her eyes became red and puffy and she had permanent tearstains on her cheeks after her break up with Derrick Harrington.

Holy shit, you've noticed Massie Block and you didn't even notice.

She catches your eyes (you've been staring). A squint of the orbs, a line to the mouth and hate vibes to the brain is all it takes for you to turn away. You've kind of noticed that Massie Block intimidates you. You just noticed you don't like that.


Um. The end? Yeah, i guess. It was going to be long, but then i was like (okay, it was Ronnie xP) why continue? It shall ruin it. So definitely a drabble. For Ronnie, 'cause we're both bored:)
Review, possibly? Even though it sucked D: And Under The Yellow Moon 1st chapter is U.P.