Finally back from holiday =D, while I was there I wrote another poem for the story and I thought id share it with you guys.

Hope you enjoy

xXx

Chapter three

CPOV

I pulled myself together and moved to my desk. Writing poems is all I have right now.

Pen in hand I stared tearfully at the blank A4 paper. The tip of the pen struck the paper and words ran onto the page like a stream of passion and ink.

"Hazel eyes and long brown hair

So gorgeous I can't help but stare

With beauty that compares to none

And promises good times to come

Hair so silky, soft as the sky

If she but frown, then I would cry

Noone will love her as much as I,

If she should leave then I would…"

I hesitated before writing the final word, it all made sense to me now, my solution to a heartbreaking dilemma.

I stood up sharply after writing the final word, I opened the door and stormed out.

On the paper were the freshly written letters spelling "…die"!

SPOV

I sat alone in the cafeteria eating my lunch; I wanted to be alone to think about Chad.

Guilt plagued me about leaving Chad on his own after his nightmare. However if I had of kissed him I'd regret it forever.

I moved the peas on my plate around with my fork, as I did Chad was walking quickly and determinedly my way.

He was swinging his arms and his face was almost furious.

"Hi Chad" I called.

As I did his face shifted to a nervous look, he made a strange noise and his path quickly changed leading him into the boy's toilets.

"That was weird "I chuckled to myself and continued playing pea football.

Every time I try to stop thinking about him he comes and does something to make me fall in love all over again.

CPOV

I have never been so humiliated; I hid in the boy's toilets for three hours waiting for her to leave.

When she finally did I walked cautiously back to my room.

I opened door and found Sonny reading my new poem.

I squealed and snatched it from her.

" So you know huh?" I asked her, today is the worst day of my life.

"Yeah" she sighed "you're in love with some girl who looks like me!" she stormed out the room, tears in her eyes.

She left me alone confused and slightly furious.

I thought guys were the oblivious ones.

SPOV

I cant help but be mad at Chad, however every time his name passes through my busy mind love and passion ignites like an unintended fire that rages on despite my best efforts to douse it.

An idea sprung into my head, if writing poetry worked for him, why cant I have a stab at it?

I sat at my desk with a pen and some paper and nibbled on the lid trying to think of ideas.

"Your hair is blonde…" What the hell rhymes with blonde?

"You look a little like James bond…" I tore the paper out, threw it in the bin and started again.

How does he do it? I know! Why not write one taking the Mick out of him, that way I wont be mad any more!

This time words came much easier than before, " you're hair might be blonde, but I'm not fond, of watching you hide in the john" I laughed maniacally as I wrote and wrote.

I had written at least two sides of A4 highlighting everything that annoyed me or made him look foolish.

I screw up the poem and dumped it in the bin, wouldn't want anyone to read that!

I rested my head on my shoulders, "just a quick snooze" I murmured to myself, however I was not alone.

CPOV

I have been watching Sonny write now for around five minutes. I have been watching from the air vents, I must read that poem.

If she has written something about me it could mean she loves me in return.

I slowly lowered the cover to the air vent and slipped down into her room.

She slept peace fully as I snook through undetected.

I pulled the poem out of the bin, unwrinkled it and began to read.

"Who the hell's john? Oh…" as I shouted aloud Sonny stirred slightly. I put my hand on my mouth and snook out with what I came for.

I didn't even have to read the rest, tear poured down my face like salty ravines, people stared concerned and confused as I walked past upset and occasionally wiping tears from my face.

I knew she could never love me, I was a fool to even dream about us together.

I removed the insulting poem and threw it into the bin to my left. I walked miserably down the corridor towards the exit, the gun began to feel heavy in my pocket.

SPOV

I awoke refreshed several hours later. I wiped my eyes and looked around the room.

In my bin there was no paper, I rushed over immediately.

I turned it over to find nothing but apple cores and Zac Efron magazines.

I swung my room door open and looked out side into the corridors.

"Have you seen Chad?" I asked the random employee.

"You just missed him, he seemed really upset. He threw something in the trash then headed out those doors" The employee's face was concerned.

I ran over to the bin, inside just as I had feared was my hateful poem.

Still running I burst through the exit doors into the harsh rain. That's when I saw him…

Figured I'd leave you here =D I know the poem was pretty bad lol but I tried. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and look forward to the next. Please have a look at my new story Fatter =D

xxx