Next one! Here is the CS! P.S May has a "colourful" vocabulary in this one
Alone Contestshipping
I watched form backstage. His appeal was scored 29.8 out of 30. I tore my eyes from the screen and watched him walk in. He flicked his hair, smirked and returned his Roselia. Over half of the female coordinators in the room swooned and mobbed him.
I sat silently on the bench as he attempted to fight his way out of the crowd. He fake smiles and edges his way towards me. But, it's not me he comes to see. He merely sits on the bench, eyes glued to the screen. I longed for him to look, to acknowledge me. But, he doesn't. His emerald eyes stay fixed on the screen.
Sighing I stood and walked away. His fan club quickly fills my spot. I used to have fans. But, then I took a break from coordinating for a year and by the time I returned I was nameless. Stealing another glance at him, I took a deep breath. As if feeling my gaze, at long last, he turns his head. His eyes bore into mine and he scowled.
His petty, pathetic fan club begin to glare at me; people I didn't even know began to glance and whisper in my direction. People shuffled away from me and my jaw nearly dropped. One person, him, scowled at me and now this. Feeling my eyes prick with tears, I walked briskly out of the room; with each step, a tear threatened to fall.
Once I was a good distance away from the backstage/coordinator's lounge, I leaned against a wall and sunk to the ground. Silent sobs wracked my body, and tears fell silently from my eyes.
Maybe I shouldn't have let my emotions get too far towards the chartreuse haired male. He was a flirt, yet I still trailed after him like a lost puppy.
"Hey girl!" He calls. He walks up to me and I scrambled up. "I'm sorry about that in there. You looked familiar." His green eyes searched mine. "Have we met?"
Clenching my fists, I snapped. "Really? You forgot?" He narrowed his eyes but I continued, "that's sad Drew. You forgot your biggest and best rival, Mr. Rose." I spat the last word and searched his face.
"Oh god… May?" His question was hesitant.
I bit my lip. "The one and only. But, its only natural you forgot with your entire fan club around. I was alone for two years. I missed you. But, its fine, you're a Top Coordinator now. I might have liked you years ago, hell I loved you! But not this Drew, not this crap. It's better to be alone than with someone who doesn't give a damn about you right?" I had started crying and screaming. "Nothing to say? Well eat this! Keep this up and nobody will give a damn about you!"
He opened and closed his mouth, blinked and pulled out a rose.
"I don't want your fucking roses! I loved you, and still fucking do! But I can't. Not like this. Goodbye." I smacked the rose out of his hands. "Don't apologize. What about the promise we made two years ago? 'I'll never forget you!' What a load of bull shit." I narrowed my eyes further. "Don't you dare say you love me too, because you're too fucking late." With a bitter taste in my mouth, I turned on my heel and marched out of the contest hall.
Alone.
A/N Girl Power! You tell him May! Heh this was more fun to write than it should have been… Oh well. Look for an update in 2 or 3 days! R&R! Vote on poll!