Disclaimer: The Twilight series do not belong to me. They belong to the author Stephenie Meyer. The song "He Wasn't" is by Avril Lavigne.

He Wasn't

There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.

It's September on my last year in high school. Throughout the summer vacation, I've been dating Mike Newton. I'm not going to lie to you; he is the WORST boyfriend a girl can get!!!

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.

Its February, a couple months after that Edward Cullen hottie dumped that loser Bella. During those months, Bella's been acting like a total zombie! At lunch, I keep catching Mike staring at her. Maybe going out with him in the first place was a bad idea….

This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.

Urgh! Mike was supposed to pick me up half an hour ago!! I even started cleaning my room! I was that frustrated.

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.

We've all got choices.
We've all got voices.
Stand up make some noise.
Stand up make some noise.

You know what? I'm better than that. I don't have to put up with Mike. He's such a prick!

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.

Riiinnng!!! There's the doorbell. Mike was outside my door with a wilting daisy in his hand. I noticed that he was a bit out of breath. He still grinned cheekily at me.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was late, I was…." I decided to cut him off.

"No excuses. I've made up my mind, so I think we should break up," I slammed the door in his face and frowned. Now I don't have someone to go to the movies with. Hmm, maybe I'll call that Ryan guy…..

Hey guys. I'm sorry I've been putting up a lot of Avril Lavigne songs. I can't think of others at the moment.