She looked silently over at him, her heart breaking. A girl was over there, flirting outrageously with him. She couldn't see him. He couldn't see her. And that was how the ending would go.
She got up from the blue plastic stool and walked slowly past him, examining her chewed nails as if they were a textbook. She felt a prickle along her left cheek, and she knew that he was staring at her.
It wasn't going to be all happy at the end. He was moving to Nebraska, after all. And there she would be. There she would be, stuck at here, with a broken heart. How bitterly fitting, this seemed to be.
She walked slowly into the darkened gym and sat on the floor, staring at all the darkness surrounding her. Just when she realized something, it had to be swept away. She got up on her knees and scooted over to the doorway, peering at the neglected looking bush of brown hair. He wasn't smiling, his leg jittery. As if he was waiting for something...to happen.
Tears seemed to stream down her face, and finally she just let go of what she had been trying to hold.
I'll hold on.
Tell me you won't let go.
She reached into her jean pocket and with some difficulty, pulled out the crumpled sheet of notebook paper she kept, all these years.
He had such boyish handwriting back then. She traced around the three words, holding so much meaning to her now. She let out a strangled sob, and ripped up the paper, watching the shreds float gently around her.
This wasn't going to happen. He didn't love her now.
Her blonde hair was tangled around her fist as she sobbed. The few people in there turned to stare at her, and then turned back. She was nothing, now.
She should have taken a chance with him. She should have been with him, making her story a happy ending.
Now...she was nothing.
I'm sorry. I know this is kinda random, but I had an idea that I had to write. I know it's really short. I was just an oneshot, anyways. Just to let you know, the girl was Zoey, if you people didn't know that (HOW COULD YOU NOT? spasm) and she was pining after Chase. Just take whatever comes to you. And don't end up like me, a band dork.