Looking at her was like like looking at a waterfall.
She was so calm, so gracefully serene, and yet, at other times, so angry, and upset.
It was truly magnificent. So magnificent in fact, that he had taken to watching her as much as possible.
Only he noticed the way her hair bounced as she walked. Only he noticed the way she carried her books, relaxed against the side of her.
Only he watched her eat, her favourite drink being pumpkin juice. She always let it sit for a while, waiting until the pumpkin had gone to the bottom, and drank, spooning out the remaining pumpkin at the bottom. She was just so beautiful. And it hurt.
It hurt whenever he looked at her, whenever he saw her with her boyfriend. Whenever he looked at that fiery red hair. It hurt so bad. Sometimes he thought he would die from looking at her. But he knew that looking away from her, would make him die a more painful death. He decided that from this moment on, he would pretend to hate her, and then, maybe in time, he would hate her.
She looked at him, looking at her, wondering why he had to chose her.
Somehow he had no idea that she was watching him. That was what made it so safe. She loved watching him, although she knew not why. She would never admit this though. She pretends to hate him, him and his messy hair, his glasses, his goofy smile. There were some things about him though which she did not need to pretend to hate. She sighed, picking up her pumpkin juice, and smiled. The pumpkin was all down the bottom. She drank it all in one go, and then picked up a spoon, and scooped out the delicious substance on the bottom, closing her eyes, and losing sight of him for a moment. In truth, she loved him. She would never tell anyone. It was her little secret. She knew that if it got out, he would hurt her. He would use her, then after a week, he would find someone new. He was a player. Besides. She had her boyfriend. No, she did not love him, but she felt safe and needed. She turned and looked at the boy sitting next to her, her safety line.
Peter would you mind passing me the salt?
A/N Please don't kill me, please don't kill me! It just came out I swear! DO NOT PANIC! I hate him as much as the rest of you! Please, please review, and let me know what you think of my humble little story. 5 or 6 reviews might be nice??? :)p
She was so calm, so gracefully serene, and yet, at other times, so angry, and upset.
It was truly magnificent. So magnificent in fact, that he had taken to watching her as much as possible.
Only he noticed the way her hair bounced as she walked. Only he noticed the way she carried her books, relaxed against the side of her.
Only he watched her eat, her favourite drink being pumpkin juice. She always let it sit for a while, waiting until the pumpkin had gone to the bottom, and drank, spooning out the remaining pumpkin at the bottom. She was just so beautiful. And it hurt.
It hurt whenever he looked at her, whenever he saw her with her boyfriend. Whenever he looked at that fiery red hair. It hurt so bad. Sometimes he thought he would die from looking at her. But he knew that looking away from her, would make him die a more painful death. He decided that from this moment on, he would pretend to hate her, and then, maybe in time, he would hate her.
She looked at him, looking at her, wondering why he had to chose her.
Somehow he had no idea that she was watching him. That was what made it so safe. She loved watching him, although she knew not why. She would never admit this though. She pretends to hate him, him and his messy hair, his glasses, his goofy smile. There were some things about him though which she did not need to pretend to hate. She sighed, picking up her pumpkin juice, and smiled. The pumpkin was all down the bottom. She drank it all in one go, and then picked up a spoon, and scooped out the delicious substance on the bottom, closing her eyes, and losing sight of him for a moment. In truth, she loved him. She would never tell anyone. It was her little secret. She knew that if it got out, he would hurt her. He would use her, then after a week, he would find someone new. He was a player. Besides. She had her boyfriend. No, she did not love him, but she felt safe and needed. She turned and looked at the boy sitting next to her, her safety line.
Peter would you mind passing me the salt?
A/N Please don't kill me, please don't kill me! It just came out I swear! DO NOT PANIC! I hate him as much as the rest of you! Please, please review, and let me know what you think of my humble little story. 5 or 6 reviews might be nice??? :)p