Hidden Love
Prom. I don't understand why people think its that great. People drinking the spiked punch and grinding on each other, while waiting for the announcement of the Prom King and Queen. If you ask me, that superficial tradition should have been abolished a long time ago. More than one person leaves this dance not feeling enough because of it. My so-called date ditched me the moment he saw his friends chugging something from a flask, so I've been sitting on a table at the side for about an hour. The only good thing is that I haven't seen him yet. I don't think I could take the embarrassment. I mean, me sitting here is just comedy gold in his eyes. I don't remember how our hatred for each other started, but it has been going on since freshman year. I haven't seen him, yet which is weird, but its probably better for me and my mental health. What I mean by that is that I not only hate him, no that would be too easy. I'm also in love with him. Awful right? But as they say, there is a thin line between love and hate and I crossed it. Thanks to our rivalry we spend lots of time together and sometimes, just sometimes when I look into his forest green eyes, I see something in them that makes me feel something I really don't want to feel. It is like some deep emotion that he wants to avoid. And sometimes its accompanied by pain. The type of pain you feel when you are all alone in the whole world. And believe if anyone understands that its me. He is the only thing I can count on. My parents work so much that I barely see them, and my brother stopped caring about me the moment he went to college. You know that overprotective type of brother? The kind that doesn't let you near boys? That was him. Until he met his girlfriend who seems to be way more important than his little sister. He doesn't know that I'm all alone in our house. He doesn't know that all my friends are only with me because of my parent's money. And I'm sure he wouldn't care that my prom date ditched me. I miss him, I really do. I need fresh air. I cant keep sitting here wallowing in self pity. As I made my way outside to the school garden I looked around. Everyone was having the time of their lives. When I remember my high school time in the future, the only good thing will be him. I reached out to open the door and walked out. The only good thing about our school campus is the garden. Its beautiful. There are so many different flowers planted at the sides of a trail that leads to a fountain. I took of my heels and walked down the trail barefoot while a ballad was playing in the background. As I neared the fountain, I saw a shadowy figure sitting at my usual spot by the fountain. The closer I got the easier it was to recognize the person sitting there. It was him. But instead of his usual mischievous smile, tears were running down his handsome face. Instead of making sarcastic comment as I usually would, I sat down next to him, put my feet into the fountain and leaned my head on his shoulder. I looked up at him as the moon reflects on the tears on his face. He looked down into my sympathetic eyes and I was finally able to decipher the emotions in his eyes. I wasn't the only one who had crossed the line. His hand reached up to my face and tilted my chin up. We forgot everything around us. It was just us, as we stared into each others' eyes while the light danced in the water of the fountain and he slowly leaned down.