Right
Song: Part of Me by Katy Perry
(A/N: This summer: me, you, and fanfiction. Be there.)
A/N 2: semi-AU! Heeheeheehee...
Max
I walked down the street. Fang's house was just down two blocks more. The summer twirled leaves into sparratic flight, making them dance in the evening sun of this lovely spring day. It wasn't hot; it was instead warm and clear. No clouds, no pollen...just perfection. I had made the stroll to Fang's house many a time, but this time was different. We had been together for exactly four days now. Admittedly, I was happy that he had trashed the less-than-classy Alicia Montevera. The exotic exchange student had pushed me back into the shadows of the school with her long, dark waves and entrancing, long-lashed black eyes. I had long been forgotten in the crowds, a meaningless face in a sea of a cliche high school. Torture. You simply have no idea. The azure blue of the sea sparkled in tiny peeks between resort houses and pre-planted palm trees. We were going for a walk on the beach, to collect shells. Of course, every activity with him was magical. Special. Amazing. The curtains to his room were parted. I spotted him. Wow. His longish black hair and olivey skin made me catch my breath every time. He was bent over...no, embracing someone. His mom?
No.
Her.
I swallowed. My stomach sunk.
I swear I felt my heart break.
It was a tangible feeling, like someone took all the giddiness and happiness and ripped it away. Shock. Fang looked up. I saw his expression. Surprised. He opened the door and stepped up.
"Hi, Max. What are you doing-"
"Save it" I choked on my tears. I ran. I didn't feel the wind smacking my face, or Fang following me. Falling and smashing, these were the only things I knew how to do.
Iggy, first. My best friend. I broke his heart.
Dylan, second. He was too perfect for me. I didn't deserve him.
But Fang...I thought that he was mine. Forever. I never dreamt it. I suppose that he could resist her. They've only been broken up a month. A thought sinks into me.
What if he never liked me? I'm ugly. I should stop eating again...skinny girls are prettier. Alecia is prettier. I knew that I couldn't compare to her, the beauty I would never be, but I could attempt...right? The voice telling me not to do that...
stopped.
Go, it now said, you'd be better off thin and alone than without him.
I knew it was right.