I stared into the eyes of my best friend. The beautiful brown eyes of the girl I was hopelessly in love with. The beautiful eyes of the girl that was currently staring at somebody else.

It should break my heart, right? And in a way it does, seeing her long for someone the way I long for her. But I've known from the beginning that I had no chance with her, so it's long since been something I've accepted, regardless of how much it makes me want to strangle the person she's looking at.

My eyes wander down to her lips. I wonder if they're as soft as I imagine they are. Not that I'll ever have the chance to find out. But still, I long to take them tenderly in my own, to taste her lip gloss sparkling on the surface of her luscious lips.

I have to force myself to come back to reality. I take a deep breath, and make myself look away from her. Instead, I look in the same direction she's looking.

I can feel my blood boil just looking at him. I don't understand how someone like him can capture her attention so completely. I wonder what she sees in him, which in turn makes me wonder what she sees in me. But it doesn't matter what she sees in me, because I already know she doesn't see me the way I wish she would. But him, I just don't understand. I don't trust him as far as I can throw a feather. Admittedly, even if it were a guy more worthy of her affection, I'm pretty sure I'd still want to rip their head off out of jealousy, but there was just something about him that screamed unworthy. In my humble opinion, he's an asshole, but I suppose there must be some redeeming quality in him or she wouldn't be dating him. I trust her, so I'm trying to trust him, against all my instincts I'm trying, which is something I'd only do for her.


What do you think? Who's POV do you think this is in? And who do you think the girl is? Please review!

A/N: This story is officially ON HIATUS while I focus on my novel. Don't worry, it's not over yet, in fact, it's just begun. Updates will resume once I've made major progress on my novel.