I don't own twilight
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She doesn't break up with her boyfriend. Instead, she sits beside me in biology and pretends to care how I'm doing. I'm polite, but I lie. I tell her everything's fine.
We're watching a video in the dark. This should be exciting. I should just go for it and make a move. Maybe I don't have any experience, but I know I'd having her saying, "Alec who?"
But life sucks and I never get my way.
Bella is doodling in her note book, and I lean toward her and whisper, "What are you writing?"
She turns her face toward me and she's so close that I could just lean forward and kiss her.
I lean in and am almost there, almost kissing the girl that is mine but isn't. She owns me. I own nothing.
I grab her notebook instead of kissing her.
Alec
Alec
Alec is written all over. Damn swirly hearts too.
She pulls the notebook away from me as she whispers, "We're hanging out at Emmett's after school. You should come."
"No. I'm good."
Her face furrows, but I don't care. I've decided, I'm not talking to her.
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