ZACK'S POV
My feelings for 'Dee haven't changed over the years. The new hair, the bad 'tude, the flirting with Alec…it makes me feel sick and… The hair and the attitude I can cope with – I mean, Jondy always had an attitude, it's part of her I love. But the flirting with Alec, the smirks, the insinuations…the dirty looks and the silent treatment she gives me…
Krit and Tinga's comments made me think. Maybe we are a striking couple…were a striking couple…she's the polar opposite to me.
I only kept one picture of her. One indulgence, one memory. She's in a club, her dark hair falling in her face and her eyes watching me, her lips twisting into a smile. Just the smoky lighting of the club where the photo was taken makes me wish I could have prevented hurting her. I would give anything for her to look at me the way she looks at Alec – coy, but teasing – or smile at me, or laugh at me. Not the bitter smirk that twists her lips whenever I say something - a proper smile that reaches her eyes.
I see her talking to Syl, as they slip knives in their boots. Both girls are laughing how they used to. I envy the way Krit goes to Syl, and casually wraps his arm around her waist and comments on something that makes them both laugh.
She looks up at me and she flashes me a smile. Gone before I can acknowledge it. But I can hope that it might have reached her eyes.
My feelings for 'Dee haven't changed over the years. The new hair, the bad 'tude, the flirting with Alec…it makes me feel sick and… The hair and the attitude I can cope with – I mean, Jondy always had an attitude, it's part of her I love. But the flirting with Alec, the smirks, the insinuations…the dirty looks and the silent treatment she gives me…
Krit and Tinga's comments made me think. Maybe we are a striking couple…were a striking couple…she's the polar opposite to me.
I only kept one picture of her. One indulgence, one memory. She's in a club, her dark hair falling in her face and her eyes watching me, her lips twisting into a smile. Just the smoky lighting of the club where the photo was taken makes me wish I could have prevented hurting her. I would give anything for her to look at me the way she looks at Alec – coy, but teasing – or smile at me, or laugh at me. Not the bitter smirk that twists her lips whenever I say something - a proper smile that reaches her eyes.
I see her talking to Syl, as they slip knives in their boots. Both girls are laughing how they used to. I envy the way Krit goes to Syl, and casually wraps his arm around her waist and comments on something that makes them both laugh.
She looks up at me and she flashes me a smile. Gone before I can acknowledge it. But I can hope that it might have reached her eyes.
