Love Me, Hurt Me, Forgive Me (2/?)

By: Lillian

He was there again, snogging some pretty girl and surely dumping her for another. If only he would move away from my locker…

"Can you please move." I said agitatedly. I was going to be late and it wasn't helping that the couple seemed to be on cloud nine.

The man lifted his face away from his current girlfriend and glanced my way, his silvery eyes causing me great discomfort. He smirked knowingly. Those beautiful taunting gray eyes, always so teasing and playful. He knew how I felt about him, as well as all the other girls that would see the young man. He seemed to have the whole female population under his spell, but not me. Butting on an expressionless façade, I waited for him to move away from my locker.

He complied with my wishes, only to move his looming body close towards me, too close. He wrapped his muscled arms around me and kissed the side of my lips, making me almost faint with horror and surprise. I turned around fully, still trapped within his warm arms and pulled his face towards mine, kissing him fully.

I blushed and looked back the young man already leaving. I needed to stop daydreaming like that. It would only hurt me later on. Even if it was real, she would never kiss him willingly. Then again, he would never kiss me to begin with. I was ugly, even if my mother always called me beautiful. Mothers were always like that.

Down the hall, several couples could be seen kissing passionately. I cringed at the sight. Why date? It was stupid, especially when most of them were fifteen or so. It wasn't like they were going to marry and live happily ever after. Nothing would come out of it, that was for sure. She wanted true love. She also sometimes wanted her parents to arrange the whole marriage thing for her. Why go through the whole dating stage when her parents could find her some rich wizard for herself.

"You better move on, Dear, or you'll be late." stated a portrait of a black haired woman nearby. I smiled, and gave the picture my thanks. With that, I ran to my next class, hoping to not run into Him through the halls.