AN: SO HEY GUYS! This is just a quick little update, because I'm currently waiting for my friend to pick me up to go to her lake house for the weekend! I know that I'm still a little bit sick, but who gives a fuck? You only have one life, you best live if.
Also, Wribbet? Girl, you know that I love you, but say that one more time and I'll kill you.
I walk down the hall next to Liam, loving the way all the girls that blurred past shot me death stares. They hate me, which is great. I've always wanted to be the girl that everyone envied because of the boy on her arm. And now here I was.
Liam's fingers brush against mine, and I grip his hand. He looks down and smils, his blue eyes radiating adoration. I have learned to breathe out of my mouth when I was with Liam, so I won't have to smell that bananas. It was just a little thing, no big deal, and it was all worth it.
I hardly even notice when we pass a couple, latched on to each other by their mouths, leaning against the lockers and creating quite a ruckus. Liam sighs heavily through his nostrils as we pass, shaking his head slowly. This makes me double take, craning my neck to see who exactly the perpetrators were.
Of course, I should have known.
"Hey, Liam, would you mind waiting her for a second? I have to ask John something." I look up at him, expecting him to grin and nod casually. Instead he gives me a withering look and merely shrugs, focusing on something over my shoulder. Wow. The Banana King sure is touchy today, huh?
I scold myself instantly for thinking such thoughts.
"John?" I say meekly as I approach him, thinking that maybe I should tap his shoulder or something. He doesn't respond, instead moving his hands even more frantically over his vessel and sigh lightly into her kiss.
"Er…John?" I try again, reaching out and attempting to tap him. But as I put my hand out, he suddenly shifts so that he's leaning into the girl more and kissing her neck. She moans and stares at me blatantly, her gaze both questioning and threatening. I've never seen her before in my life.
"John? JOHN!" I yell, suddenly impatient. I look back, checking for Liam. He's still there, talking to one of his buddies, but the bell is going to ring any second and he needs to get to class. I take a deep breath and turn back to Lennon. "JOHN!"
He half turns his head. "I'm kind of busy right now," he says breathlessly. The bell chimes loudly above his head, but he doesn't move. He's probably going to ditch class, the dumbass.
I really, really did try and give him a chance. My gaze turns to hatred, and I hiss, "We need to get a better start on this project. I know you're busy, what with fucking Ashley McDonald or whoever the hell that is, but some of us actually care about our lives."
John STILL isn't paying attention, his hands moving friskily over the girl's back.
I stomp my foot. "God DAMN it John, I just want to say one thing! You're such a fucking loser." I spin on my heel marching back to Liam. "I HATE him so much!"
Liam immediately takes my hand again, and we start off quickly to class. "Yeah, I know. But you could have talked to him some other time. He WAS busy…"
For some reason, this annoys the hell out me, and I shoot Liam a dirty look and wrench my hand away from his, walking the rest of the way to class with my arms crossed tightly over my chest.
…
If only,
I could stand to look you in the eye.
If only,
I didn't pretend not to watch as you walked by.
If only, if only.
AN: Hope you all have a lovely weekend! Review, if you please! :^)
