Hey guys!
The idea for this one-shot just came to me one day. I hope (not really :) that some of you may be able to relate to it, cos' I sure can.
Anyone's POV:
You probably don't even know who I am.
If forced, you'd probably guess that I was the "hot" girl that sat behind you in English, or the "babe" that sometimes stood behind you in the cafetaria queue.
You don't know that I'm the girl that is in the same calc class as you; the plain girl; the girl that no one notices.
Not even you.
But I know exactly who you are.
I know that your name is Zach Goode, that you're captain of the basketball team, that you love pizza and hate maths, that you have a girlfriend.
I also know that you will never know me.
You will never know that I fell for you three years ago, and never stopped; that I watch you with her, and wish it was my lips against yours, me you looked at like that, my shoulders your arm was draped so casually around.
But it isn't, and it never will be.
Much as I wish it.
And I do; every second, of every minute, of every day I spend gazing at you across the classroom.
I try to forget you even exist, but always end up looking back at you again.
And so the cycle repeats itself.
But it's never going to happen; you don't see me.
You don't even glance my way.
No; you don't. So I'm forced to wonder for the hundredth time, if I'm...
...invisible.
Please review.
May turn into 2-shot, if there's 'nuff support. :P
Thx.
Peace!
