Love hurts. No matter how strong that love might be. No matter the place or time, or the wholeness of your love. Even the strongest of us get hurt. Love hurts more so than can be put into words, or song, or even an emotion. The pain is unbearable, whether you recognize it or not.
It lurches in the misty, dark shadows, waiting to be exposed. I guess it finally found its chance.
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"Okay, here we go," I urged myself out of my car with a heavy sigh.
My old, red Chevy truck was parked directly across from the front office. Why would I park there? Well, it's a very important reason, I assure you.
Ever since eight grade, I have been the laughing stock of the whole school. Sounds like the classic bulling system, right? Well, not even close.
I guess I shouldn't say the whole school, just the nerds, though they do make up the majority of the school. Now, don't be offended, but they need psychiatric help . . . immediately. Come on, anyone who gathers all there friends together, circles around you, and laughs at you for absolutely no reason, must have a problem. Now, three years later, the laughing continues. It wouldn't be that bad normally, saying they are nerds, if I didn't blush like crazy every time it happens. So now, the only one in school not too protective of their social standing to be seen with me is Alex Wagner. And now I feel horrible for that to, due to the fact that he really could have gotten a lot farther in his social life if he didn't hang out with me.
Okay, end of recall, back to reality. As soon as I step out of my car, I scan the immediate area for and large groups of people walking towards me, possibly on the verge of a laughing fit. Area clear, just the typical bystanders.
"Hey shorty, what's up?" a deep, and friendly voice called in my direction.
I spin around to face the easily recognizable voice, "Hey, 5'4 isn't that short!!!" of coarse, I know that for my age it is short, really short, but I get a kick out of messing with him. But, when I turned around, not only did I find Alex walking towards me, but two others as well, and I felt my body stiffen in shock and anger. How could he not tell me or warn me about this? "Oh crap," I thought "he's coming to tell me he finally found out about me." But he can't know can he?
When he reached me, I looked up into his ocean blue eyes, searching for any sign of hurt, understanding, or betrayal. To my great happiness, I found none of these emotions; instead I found pleasure and pure joy.
After I was done examining him, I turned to face his two companions, one a short pixie like girl with spiked black hair sticking out everywhere from her head. The other was a semi tall and lanky boy. His hair was a rare shade of bronze, formed on his head in a untidy disarray. His eyes where a deep shade of piercing green, I felt like they could penetrate right through me, make me obey his every wish, and hope his every hope.
I snapped out of my amazement and wonder when I heard Alex calling out my name in an annoyed voice.
"Hello, earth to Bella. Can you hear me? Bella, Bella?" he continually waved his hand in front of my eyes, a gesture to gain attention. I quickly snapped my head over to face him and nodded for him to speak, showing him he had my full attention. Or, at least most of it.
