"Hi, I was watching you a-..."

"Hey." I walked past him, brushing my arm against his, keeping my eyes focused on the only source of brown hair that mattered to me at that moment. I simply couldn't distract myself from the figure down the hallway.

His brown hair, his blue shirt, his smile...
Being so close to him felt so wrong, but...right? Stopping in my tracks, I just watched him. Watched him intently, as I listened to the quickness of my breath.

He caught my eye.

I diverted my gaze to the ground, hoping to become invisible as I continued walking, nearing him with each step.

"Hey."

I stopped in my tracks, and slowly turned to look at him.

"It's Amy, right?"

My name on his lips felt like a song. An incantation that possessed me, paralyzed me, made me want to just stare at him, and fall into him once more. Drowning in those pools of dark chocolate, my voice felt stuck in my throat, no sound escaping from my drying mouth.

All I could do was feel my heart beating erratically against my chest, as my breath echoed throughout my whole body. Though I could hear the distant chatter of the students, my eyes felt focused on him—it was as if we were the only ones who existed at the moment. Just me and him.

"I'm just messing with you kid." His words brought me back to reality. Kid. So, that's how he saw me. What else could I expect from the great Ricky Underwood? As my eyes roamed around, too afraid to focus on his face, I could feel his closeness—I could feel the warmth escaping from his body.

I finally glanced up only to catch one of his smiles, his devious, addicting smiles.

Please stop hurting me, Ricky. Please.

"You don't think I could ever forget that night we spent together at bad camp do you?"

Band camp. Two words that sealed my fate. How could I ever forget. How could I ever forget the darkness that blanketed us? How could I ever forget the sounds that echoed through the night? How could I ever forget the scent of your clothes as you embraced me? How could I ever forget the kisses you planted on my lips? How could I ever forget the words you whispered into my ear? How could I ever forget...forget the pain?

His fingers were playfully dancing with my hair, pushing the loose strands behind my ear. I stared at him. I could feel a sensation rushing through my body, with sparks that were violently flying through my spine. But, they soon stopped, once he broke the connection, lifting his thumb off of my face.

With a smug expression he walked away. Leaving me behind. Leaving me alone.

Tears were forming in my eyes, as I watched him disappear into the crowd. Like, my hair he was pushing me away—Ricky Underwood was brushing me, Amy Juergens, out of his life.

I was just another girl, another face, another one to scratch off of his list.

It hurt. But I won't admit it.