SPOV-
Week 1- Matthew and Micha walks by. He is smiling, she is staring at the ground.
I watch him be with her.
She belongs with me.
Week 2-
His hands are all over her as we sit in practice. She doesn't fight him, but she does not touch him back.
Week 3-
She's still so beautiful. He's still with her. She's quiet. She doesn't argure with Matthew. She doesn't eat, either.
Week 4-
He dumps her. That's what she deserves. She tries to talk to me. I don't let her. She can go find anoterguy. After all, I''m just Seth who the hell does he think he is Clearwater. She's Micha King, and se can get any guy she wants
I'm not that guy.
December passes painfully slow. I haven't seen her smile. I s haven't heard her laugh. It's been weeks since I've held her, and now we are back in school.
''Seth. can we please talk,'' she asks.
I am at my lockler wit Ally and Daisy.
''Daisy, Allyson...did you hear something,'' I ask.
''I never meant for it to get out of hand like that,'' Micha whispers.
''You broke up wit me, remember?,'' I ask.
''Yes, and that was stupid,'' she nods ,''I want to be with you.''
''Yeah...after my scars heeled. After Matthew decided he wanted Lexy Murtaugh. And after it's too late,'' I say as I slam my locker shut and leave.
She still sits with us at ling, but she's quiet. She sits in a chair and reads.
''Aren't you eating,'' Daisy always asks.
Micha always shakes her head. She's never hungry.
I want to hate her. I want to call her a bitch and a slut. But I can't. These weeks have been shit for me. I want to make her regret ever doing anything to me. But I can't.
I hate to admit, but I am still in love with her. Not that I'd ever tell anybody.
We're in glee club. She sits in the corner as usual. I sit next to Kim.
We all sing the songs we wrote, and Kim and Jared do a duet.
After school, I go home and sit on the couch to think of her.
Micha walks up to my front door, carrying my heart with her.
She looks sleepy. Her clothes are too big for her. She looks like she need to be loved.
And I could have gladly given it to her
''What the hell are you doing here,'' I ask.
She flinches,'' We need to talk.''
''No. We have nothing to say,'' I say.
''Seth Clearwater, just listen,'' she snaps as she pushes past me and sits on my couch with her guitar.
I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier than ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up, and I know why
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time
These days, I haven't been sleeping
Staying up, playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed, and I didn't call
Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
And realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came, the dark days
When fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right
I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
This is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time, all the time
I don't know what to say. Of course I remember December. How could I forget? But she wants to go back and change that.
''So...forgive me?''
Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. Taylor Swift owns Bak to December