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In My Face
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Nine
When she had walked in with her clique earlier that afternoon it was noticed by the patrons of the Crown Arcade. What signified that they were a group was the fact that they all wore matching cropped lavender denim jackets despite the summer heat. With their black cap sleeve shirts that was cut strategically, boot cut black jeans and a casual stride that showed purpose, they looked like a army, a single unit. In short they looked deliberately exclusive. When they bought the outfits together a few months back, it seemed like a fun idea. Now with the unity that was shown it was suddenly more serious. Their look was something they didn't do often and it showed a maturity that was reflected in their eyes. Not a form of a childlike behavior game of dressing identical. No, this wasn't child's play, this was symbolic in more ways then one.
As soon as he walked in as if by a magnet he was drawn to her. Yes, I do believe temptation has begun. He lowered his black shades just a millisecond of perusal and looked her over carefully. She was waving a French fry in emphasis to a point she had just made to one of her friends. She was dressed in a black denim hat that was askew and tilted to one side of her face, black jeans which in it's loops had a belt that spelled out her name in silver letters and a formfitting black shirt with words that could be read in the same color as her belt: Authentic Attitude. This was going to be interesting.
"Hey Andrew." Darien said as he walked over to where his friend was standing.
"Darien, hi. You'll never guess who's here. It's quite the surprise."
"Consider the big surprise spoiled. I've already seen her." Darien crossed his arms and smirked at his comrade.
"Good." He said evenly as he gave him a level stare. " Then what are you going to do about it?"
"The usual. Dazzle her with my charm and wit." Darien joked.
"No really." Andrew said as he gave a wry smile and killed his joke in one second flat. He looked over at Serena and then back to Darien. "I'm serious. What are you going to do about it? Oh and, if I were you I wouldn't pull anything stupid. Take my advice on this one. She won't be amused."
"Andrew, what do you take me for? A complete idiot? I know how to handle myself and her for that matter. I'll give her my up most respect as always."
"That entire statement can easily be debated. You have no earthly idea how much that can be questioned." Andrew said as Darien started walking over to where Serena and her friends were sitting. At his words Darien looked back with a look of pure annoyance.
"Hi Meatball Head." So much for keeping it friendly because it was bound to get ugly right from the very start with a opening line like that.
With my hands already balling into fists at the sound of the familiar voice I made a effort to remain calm. Cool, calm, and collected is what I usually am and with my newfound resolve I looked up and saw him standing there. He was as tall and handsome as he ever had been, perhaps even more. I asked coolly with a little smirk running across my features. "Do I even know you?"
Andrew passed by just then and laid a reassuring hand on Darien's shoulder. I smiled at him and when Darien started to smile back as if mine were meant for him I frowned. I was like…No.
"Wow Serena, it's been a long time." He leaned in and rested his hands on the table. The slight movement made the muscles in his arms stand out as he gave me a familiar teasing grin. Andrew left and I looked at his receding back as he walked away. I was almost wishing Darien would do the same.
"Not nearly long enough." I said giving him a pointed glare. Slowly I looked at him from the top of his dark and glossy head of hair to the soles of his feet. Deliberately I made a slow perusal as I made sure he knew and noticed.
When I made finally made my way back into his direct gaze he said. "Tell me this. Why are you so upset?"
"Gee I don't know Darien! Why are you bothering me?" I answered his question with one of my own and glared at him with a anger that I didn't really feel at the moment. It was slowly getting to that point though, while he managed to look unaffected.
"Is that what you want to call it? Serena you wound me deeply. Is this how you treat a friend?" He asked with a mocking tone in his voice. He waited for my response which I promptly gave. In fact I gladly obliged.
"Oh , I'm so concerned about that." I said sarcastically. "Until you learn my name," I looked up at him with a ice cold stare," Do me a favor and leave me alone. You were never my friend for obvious reasons and you are as annoying as ever. Why am I not surprised?" As he stood there looking as handsome as he ever has I gave him a look that was slightly tinged in irritation, rolled my eyes, and said, "Goodbye!". Then I turned back to my friends in annoyance and proceeded to ignore him standing there.
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"Ouch what's her problem?" He brushed the palm of one hand across his forehead as he asked this and the question with mild amusement and bewilderment.
"Serena's?" Andrew asked distractedly. He paused to listen to Darien as he made a order behind the counter.
"Yeah Serena's. Who else would I be talking about right now?" Darien asked impatiently.
"You didn't exactly start off right." Andrew gave the finished order to a girl with shoulder length chestnut hair, who paid him with the money and a flirtatious smile. He gave her a friendly smile that to his amusement made her blush and look down. He waited until she was gone to give his full attention to his friend.
"What do you mean?" Darien asked him as he held his black sunglasses in his hands as he switched them from one hand to the other.
"Hi Meatballhead?" He mimicked his words and then gave him a dubious look, "Um… what did you think her reaction was going to be?"
"Shut up."
"When will you learn? You made a jackass of yourself and I told you plain and simple that she wasn't going to be amused. A lot of things may have changed but one thing hasn't. She doesn't take insults lightly. Never has and never will."
"It wasn't meant to be insultive. It was just funny and what we've always done."
"Well it's time to change your tactics. You have a hard time realizing that whatever you say to her no matter how you mean them will be scrutinized because of how you acted in the past. I doubt she realizes that you were trying to be friendly."
"Well she should realize that!"
"No, she shouldn't. " Andrew said slowly. "She doesn't have to realize anything. She doesn't have to. It's you who will have to make this happen because you are the one who wants it. Deny it if you will, I don't really care. I know the truth." He looked at Darien's face that was twisted in so many feelings and emotions as he struggled to say something. Anything. The one thing he couldn't do was protest the obvious fact. He took his silence as reason enough to continue. "She's changed a bit and she was never a idiot. If you try anything stupid she will put you in your place. And as for you trying to be amusing by using the old nickname? The operative word is old nickname. As in old, in the past, supposed to be gone and forgotten. Get it?" Darien nodded slightly rueful expression. "Do it then. It's not like she ever was amused by your antics in the past anyway."
"So I've realized." Darien said as he sat down with a slump in his shoulders.
"She's not a child so don't treat her like one. That's all I'm trying to say. Her whole attitude is a little different than it was a few years back. I don't know if you've noticed that or not but I have. She's changed so why don't you?" Andrew asked as he tried to be gentle to his friends feelings that were more fragile then even he himself probably realized.
"I know she has and that razor sharp attitude of hers just makes it harder."
"That's your problem to deal with, not mine. If you hadn't acted like a fool in the first place and had just told her how you felt, everything would have been different right now. You didn't, so it's not. That's okay though because there is such a thing as new beginnings and second chances. I just hope Serena will accept your apologies," He stopped speaking as Darien grimaced. "Which you had better make if you have any hopes or ideas about having a clean slate with her and although the right isn't mine to give but Serena's, I honestly think that if you try hard enough she might see that you are sincere and will believe you."
Darien 's face was contorted in pain at the very idea and Andrew started to laugh at the expression on his face. "That's life. Deal with it."
"Why is everyone so harsh today? Is there something going on that I don't know about?" Darien asked as he laid his head down on the cool surface of the counter.
"Yes Darien. It's time you knew the truth." Andrew teased. "We all have a secret that you know nothing about. It's called living in a little thing called reality."
"Oh that explains it." Darien said sarcastically as he slowly raised his head while tossing a mildly irritated look Andrew's way.
"So glad you learned something today." Andrew shot back. He started to laugh again as he thought back to a few minutes ago and his friends shocked expression after he finished speaking with Serena. No it was really after he was dismissed by Serena he thought with his mouth twitching with mirth. "You have to admit that was funny. Serena cut you to the quick."
"I'm so glad you find that to be so hilarious because I don't. This isn't a game. This isn't funny. Do you see me laughing? Do you see even the tiniest trace of the smallest of smiles? No? Then shut the hell up."
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"Who's he?"
"No one you need to know." I said casually. I looked back toward him. He was talking to Andrew and was shifting his sunglasses between two hands. He looked very handsome in a black shirt which was opened to show the classic white men's shirt and black jeans but I try not to care. It's not like I ever did. Oh, how I lie.
"Why not? Now he's cute!" Mina glanced over toward Darien with a appreciative look across her features.
"You have some awful taste. He has about the worst personality you can imagine." I warned her just before I took a tiny bite of my sandwich.
"If you say so." She said doubtfully as she gave me a curious look and went straight for the kill. She's not exactly subtle but very direct and to the point. "So what's the problem between you two? It looked pretty heated."
"Oh those two have always been fighting. They actually like each other but somehow never got around to actually telling each other." Molly said with a impish look at me. A all too knowing look...
"Molly!" I cried. I couldn't believe she had just said that.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders in a carefree way. "You know that's the truth!"
"Over my dead body! Hell no! There is no way in hell that I will ever -"
"And she always protests a little too much. That's the dead giveaway." Molly said to the rest of the girls while she ignored me and my so called protests against the obvious wrong description of what was going on. Not that anyone bothers to listen to the truth these days.
"Molly!" I exclaimed. "Would you quit it?"
"Hey, if you can't face the truth then so be it." Molly said in a seemingly resigned tone that made everyone titter but with a playful wink toward me.
"He annoys me to the fullest. He is always in my face with something. He is just about the most infuriating person you could ever imagine." I insisted adamantly.
"And you still have a thing for him. Let's not forget what your so reluctant to mention." Molly observed.
"What are you talking about?" I cried with a expression of guilt at the truth that I thought was hidden. Or maybe I was telling the truth. The truth hurts, maybe that's why I ignore it so much. Whatever. That's a topic to ponder for another day. Another hour. "I never had a thing for Darien!"
"Oh please. You sure did and now it's obvious that you still do." Molly said as she rolled her eyes.
" I object! This is crazy. Don't put words in my mouth!" I exclaimed in outrage. False outrage, but still outrage none the less. I don't understand myself. Truly I don't.
"I don't have to. You'll eventually say them all yourself." Molly said again with a triumphant expression across her face.
"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that." I started drinking my milkshake. "Let's talk about something a little more interesting before I get really bored. You know what?"
"What?" She asked.
"I've got my credit card and approval. How about we take it to the max.?" I raised my eyebrows up and down and grinned. Oh what can happen with a credit card and a good store…Major expenses cheerfully paid for by the parents. Well, actually never cheerfully per se but if it's not too bad I probably won't hear about it.
"I don't think your parents will really go for that." Amy warned me.
"Okay then…" I said slowly turning in my seat to look at Darien who was still talking to Andrew. He was gesturing with his hands and looked animated as he spoke to him. I couldn't believe he had just tried to embarrass me in front of my friends. That's just uncalled for! I'm just glad he didn't pull anything really stupid. Then I would have had to really put him where he needed to be.
God I hate him so much it hurts. It only adds more bitterness to my pain about the fact that Molly being partly right. "I only want to leave this arcade because of Darien. I'm getting bad vibes right now and it's seriously ticking me off. So if you don't want to shop with me, then you'll be staying here alone." I stood up with my milkshake in hand trying to ignore the fact that almost everyone at the table was trying to suppress a smile. "Are you in?" I asked them. "Or are you out? I'll be waiting by the door." With a flip of my hair and a swing of my hips I was out. I didn't realize that I was leaving most of the boys who noticed my entrance and exit with their mouths agape.
"Wow, Darien really does get to her doesn't he?" Lita said to the others as she looked around curiously. She was mildly surprised by my hasty exit.
"I'll say! She's never like this!" Amy said with a raised brow.
"Almost rude. Admirable." Raye said contemplatively as she stood up, got her bag. Everyone followed her example by picking up their things and we headed out the door together
They didn't seem to realize that Darien and I are not two human beings whose names should even be spoken in the same sentence much less in the way they were going about. They kept going on and on. He's so cute! Why don't you like him? He's so handsome! I thought he liked you. He seemed nice to me. He's the perfect guy for you! Don't you think? Finally after listening to their drivel for what seemed like an eternity I had to put this mindless chatter to a halt.
"What part don't you understand? The guy is always in my face! It's not even funny!" Everyone started laughing at my words as if I didn't deserve the right to be taken seriously about this. I don't get what's so humorous about the situation. Them or even him. "Hey! Don't laugh. You don't even understand what he does to me! Do you see a smile on my face?"
I may have liked him in the past and possibly feel a little something for him in the present but when it comes right down to it, he's not in my future. He's a person who builds himself on others faults and almost in such a way that seems harmless and innocent, exploits them for having them or at least that what he used to ruthlessly do to me. Or so I thought. We could never make a good match. No matter how many times I've wished that could be true. It's not and never will be because of who we are. That's the reality of the situation at that's what it will always be unless…No, that's just hoping for a miracle. It's just never going to happen.
In My Face
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Nine
When she had walked in with her clique earlier that afternoon it was noticed by the patrons of the Crown Arcade. What signified that they were a group was the fact that they all wore matching cropped lavender denim jackets despite the summer heat. With their black cap sleeve shirts that was cut strategically, boot cut black jeans and a casual stride that showed purpose, they looked like a army, a single unit. In short they looked deliberately exclusive. When they bought the outfits together a few months back, it seemed like a fun idea. Now with the unity that was shown it was suddenly more serious. Their look was something they didn't do often and it showed a maturity that was reflected in their eyes. Not a form of a childlike behavior game of dressing identical. No, this wasn't child's play, this was symbolic in more ways then one.
As soon as he walked in as if by a magnet he was drawn to her. Yes, I do believe temptation has begun. He lowered his black shades just a millisecond of perusal and looked her over carefully. She was waving a French fry in emphasis to a point she had just made to one of her friends. She was dressed in a black denim hat that was askew and tilted to one side of her face, black jeans which in it's loops had a belt that spelled out her name in silver letters and a formfitting black shirt with words that could be read in the same color as her belt: Authentic Attitude. This was going to be interesting.
"Hey Andrew." Darien said as he walked over to where his friend was standing.
"Darien, hi. You'll never guess who's here. It's quite the surprise."
"Consider the big surprise spoiled. I've already seen her." Darien crossed his arms and smirked at his comrade.
"Good." He said evenly as he gave him a level stare. " Then what are you going to do about it?"
"The usual. Dazzle her with my charm and wit." Darien joked.
"No really." Andrew said as he gave a wry smile and killed his joke in one second flat. He looked over at Serena and then back to Darien. "I'm serious. What are you going to do about it? Oh and, if I were you I wouldn't pull anything stupid. Take my advice on this one. She won't be amused."
"Andrew, what do you take me for? A complete idiot? I know how to handle myself and her for that matter. I'll give her my up most respect as always."
"That entire statement can easily be debated. You have no earthly idea how much that can be questioned." Andrew said as Darien started walking over to where Serena and her friends were sitting. At his words Darien looked back with a look of pure annoyance.
"Hi Meatball Head." So much for keeping it friendly because it was bound to get ugly right from the very start with a opening line like that.
With my hands already balling into fists at the sound of the familiar voice I made a effort to remain calm. Cool, calm, and collected is what I usually am and with my newfound resolve I looked up and saw him standing there. He was as tall and handsome as he ever had been, perhaps even more. I asked coolly with a little smirk running across my features. "Do I even know you?"
Andrew passed by just then and laid a reassuring hand on Darien's shoulder. I smiled at him and when Darien started to smile back as if mine were meant for him I frowned. I was like…No.
"Wow Serena, it's been a long time." He leaned in and rested his hands on the table. The slight movement made the muscles in his arms stand out as he gave me a familiar teasing grin. Andrew left and I looked at his receding back as he walked away. I was almost wishing Darien would do the same.
"Not nearly long enough." I said giving him a pointed glare. Slowly I looked at him from the top of his dark and glossy head of hair to the soles of his feet. Deliberately I made a slow perusal as I made sure he knew and noticed.
When I made finally made my way back into his direct gaze he said. "Tell me this. Why are you so upset?"
"Gee I don't know Darien! Why are you bothering me?" I answered his question with one of my own and glared at him with a anger that I didn't really feel at the moment. It was slowly getting to that point though, while he managed to look unaffected.
"Is that what you want to call it? Serena you wound me deeply. Is this how you treat a friend?" He asked with a mocking tone in his voice. He waited for my response which I promptly gave. In fact I gladly obliged.
"Oh , I'm so concerned about that." I said sarcastically. "Until you learn my name," I looked up at him with a ice cold stare," Do me a favor and leave me alone. You were never my friend for obvious reasons and you are as annoying as ever. Why am I not surprised?" As he stood there looking as handsome as he ever has I gave him a look that was slightly tinged in irritation, rolled my eyes, and said, "Goodbye!". Then I turned back to my friends in annoyance and proceeded to ignore him standing there.
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"Ouch what's her problem?" He brushed the palm of one hand across his forehead as he asked this and the question with mild amusement and bewilderment.
"Serena's?" Andrew asked distractedly. He paused to listen to Darien as he made a order behind the counter.
"Yeah Serena's. Who else would I be talking about right now?" Darien asked impatiently.
"You didn't exactly start off right." Andrew gave the finished order to a girl with shoulder length chestnut hair, who paid him with the money and a flirtatious smile. He gave her a friendly smile that to his amusement made her blush and look down. He waited until she was gone to give his full attention to his friend.
"What do you mean?" Darien asked him as he held his black sunglasses in his hands as he switched them from one hand to the other.
"Hi Meatballhead?" He mimicked his words and then gave him a dubious look, "Um… what did you think her reaction was going to be?"
"Shut up."
"When will you learn? You made a jackass of yourself and I told you plain and simple that she wasn't going to be amused. A lot of things may have changed but one thing hasn't. She doesn't take insults lightly. Never has and never will."
"It wasn't meant to be insultive. It was just funny and what we've always done."
"Well it's time to change your tactics. You have a hard time realizing that whatever you say to her no matter how you mean them will be scrutinized because of how you acted in the past. I doubt she realizes that you were trying to be friendly."
"Well she should realize that!"
"No, she shouldn't. " Andrew said slowly. "She doesn't have to realize anything. She doesn't have to. It's you who will have to make this happen because you are the one who wants it. Deny it if you will, I don't really care. I know the truth." He looked at Darien's face that was twisted in so many feelings and emotions as he struggled to say something. Anything. The one thing he couldn't do was protest the obvious fact. He took his silence as reason enough to continue. "She's changed a bit and she was never a idiot. If you try anything stupid she will put you in your place. And as for you trying to be amusing by using the old nickname? The operative word is old nickname. As in old, in the past, supposed to be gone and forgotten. Get it?" Darien nodded slightly rueful expression. "Do it then. It's not like she ever was amused by your antics in the past anyway."
"So I've realized." Darien said as he sat down with a slump in his shoulders.
"She's not a child so don't treat her like one. That's all I'm trying to say. Her whole attitude is a little different than it was a few years back. I don't know if you've noticed that or not but I have. She's changed so why don't you?" Andrew asked as he tried to be gentle to his friends feelings that were more fragile then even he himself probably realized.
"I know she has and that razor sharp attitude of hers just makes it harder."
"That's your problem to deal with, not mine. If you hadn't acted like a fool in the first place and had just told her how you felt, everything would have been different right now. You didn't, so it's not. That's okay though because there is such a thing as new beginnings and second chances. I just hope Serena will accept your apologies," He stopped speaking as Darien grimaced. "Which you had better make if you have any hopes or ideas about having a clean slate with her and although the right isn't mine to give but Serena's, I honestly think that if you try hard enough she might see that you are sincere and will believe you."
Darien 's face was contorted in pain at the very idea and Andrew started to laugh at the expression on his face. "That's life. Deal with it."
"Why is everyone so harsh today? Is there something going on that I don't know about?" Darien asked as he laid his head down on the cool surface of the counter.
"Yes Darien. It's time you knew the truth." Andrew teased. "We all have a secret that you know nothing about. It's called living in a little thing called reality."
"Oh that explains it." Darien said sarcastically as he slowly raised his head while tossing a mildly irritated look Andrew's way.
"So glad you learned something today." Andrew shot back. He started to laugh again as he thought back to a few minutes ago and his friends shocked expression after he finished speaking with Serena. No it was really after he was dismissed by Serena he thought with his mouth twitching with mirth. "You have to admit that was funny. Serena cut you to the quick."
"I'm so glad you find that to be so hilarious because I don't. This isn't a game. This isn't funny. Do you see me laughing? Do you see even the tiniest trace of the smallest of smiles? No? Then shut the hell up."
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"Who's he?"
"No one you need to know." I said casually. I looked back toward him. He was talking to Andrew and was shifting his sunglasses between two hands. He looked very handsome in a black shirt which was opened to show the classic white men's shirt and black jeans but I try not to care. It's not like I ever did. Oh, how I lie.
"Why not? Now he's cute!" Mina glanced over toward Darien with a appreciative look across her features.
"You have some awful taste. He has about the worst personality you can imagine." I warned her just before I took a tiny bite of my sandwich.
"If you say so." She said doubtfully as she gave me a curious look and went straight for the kill. She's not exactly subtle but very direct and to the point. "So what's the problem between you two? It looked pretty heated."
"Oh those two have always been fighting. They actually like each other but somehow never got around to actually telling each other." Molly said with a impish look at me. A all too knowing look...
"Molly!" I cried. I couldn't believe she had just said that.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders in a carefree way. "You know that's the truth!"
"Over my dead body! Hell no! There is no way in hell that I will ever -"
"And she always protests a little too much. That's the dead giveaway." Molly said to the rest of the girls while she ignored me and my so called protests against the obvious wrong description of what was going on. Not that anyone bothers to listen to the truth these days.
"Molly!" I exclaimed. "Would you quit it?"
"Hey, if you can't face the truth then so be it." Molly said in a seemingly resigned tone that made everyone titter but with a playful wink toward me.
"He annoys me to the fullest. He is always in my face with something. He is just about the most infuriating person you could ever imagine." I insisted adamantly.
"And you still have a thing for him. Let's not forget what your so reluctant to mention." Molly observed.
"What are you talking about?" I cried with a expression of guilt at the truth that I thought was hidden. Or maybe I was telling the truth. The truth hurts, maybe that's why I ignore it so much. Whatever. That's a topic to ponder for another day. Another hour. "I never had a thing for Darien!"
"Oh please. You sure did and now it's obvious that you still do." Molly said as she rolled her eyes.
" I object! This is crazy. Don't put words in my mouth!" I exclaimed in outrage. False outrage, but still outrage none the less. I don't understand myself. Truly I don't.
"I don't have to. You'll eventually say them all yourself." Molly said again with a triumphant expression across her face.
"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that." I started drinking my milkshake. "Let's talk about something a little more interesting before I get really bored. You know what?"
"What?" She asked.
"I've got my credit card and approval. How about we take it to the max.?" I raised my eyebrows up and down and grinned. Oh what can happen with a credit card and a good store…Major expenses cheerfully paid for by the parents. Well, actually never cheerfully per se but if it's not too bad I probably won't hear about it.
"I don't think your parents will really go for that." Amy warned me.
"Okay then…" I said slowly turning in my seat to look at Darien who was still talking to Andrew. He was gesturing with his hands and looked animated as he spoke to him. I couldn't believe he had just tried to embarrass me in front of my friends. That's just uncalled for! I'm just glad he didn't pull anything really stupid. Then I would have had to really put him where he needed to be.
God I hate him so much it hurts. It only adds more bitterness to my pain about the fact that Molly being partly right. "I only want to leave this arcade because of Darien. I'm getting bad vibes right now and it's seriously ticking me off. So if you don't want to shop with me, then you'll be staying here alone." I stood up with my milkshake in hand trying to ignore the fact that almost everyone at the table was trying to suppress a smile. "Are you in?" I asked them. "Or are you out? I'll be waiting by the door." With a flip of my hair and a swing of my hips I was out. I didn't realize that I was leaving most of the boys who noticed my entrance and exit with their mouths agape.
"Wow, Darien really does get to her doesn't he?" Lita said to the others as she looked around curiously. She was mildly surprised by my hasty exit.
"I'll say! She's never like this!" Amy said with a raised brow.
"Almost rude. Admirable." Raye said contemplatively as she stood up, got her bag. Everyone followed her example by picking up their things and we headed out the door together
They didn't seem to realize that Darien and I are not two human beings whose names should even be spoken in the same sentence much less in the way they were going about. They kept going on and on. He's so cute! Why don't you like him? He's so handsome! I thought he liked you. He seemed nice to me. He's the perfect guy for you! Don't you think? Finally after listening to their drivel for what seemed like an eternity I had to put this mindless chatter to a halt.
"What part don't you understand? The guy is always in my face! It's not even funny!" Everyone started laughing at my words as if I didn't deserve the right to be taken seriously about this. I don't get what's so humorous about the situation. Them or even him. "Hey! Don't laugh. You don't even understand what he does to me! Do you see a smile on my face?"
I may have liked him in the past and possibly feel a little something for him in the present but when it comes right down to it, he's not in my future. He's a person who builds himself on others faults and almost in such a way that seems harmless and innocent, exploits them for having them or at least that what he used to ruthlessly do to me. Or so I thought. We could never make a good match. No matter how many times I've wished that could be true. It's not and never will be because of who we are. That's the reality of the situation at that's what it will always be unless…No, that's just hoping for a miracle. It's just never going to happen.