Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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BECKY'S POV

"Hey!" I put a hand on Austin's arm while he puts away his books in his locker. He turns around and his eyes widen, in fact, I could've sworn I seen the pupils of his eyes grow in width.

I read somewhere that if your pupils dilate when you see someone it means you love them, well you actually have a strong emotional attachment to them. But, why would Austin's eyes do that? It's not like he loves me. Its not like he-

"Hi bab-Becky." He says. I could've sworn I heard him say something else before my name. I must've misheard him or something.

"Did you get your eyes checked recently?" I ask him.

"Um...no. Why?" He asks. He searches his locker for something.

"Just wondering..." I trail off.

Why would his eyes change? I mean, a trip to the optometrist is the only other thing that could dilate someone's eyes.

"You ask the weirdest questions." He smiles. I look at the poem on his locker and I feel the urge to ask him about it.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out, still eyeing the poem.

"It's okay. I find it cute." He says almost instantly as if he rehearsed it.

"Who'd you write that poem for?" I ask. He quickly shuts his locker.

"What poem?" He asks harshly.

"That beautiful poem you have hang in up in your locker." I reply, he smiles down at his shoes.

"You thought it was beautiful?" He asks shyly.

"Mhm. Now don't change the subject. Who is it?" I ask eagerly.

"How do you know it's about someone? Wait, how do you know it was a poem?" He asks angrily.

"I kind of read it when I had to get you a shirt when Jimmy tripped and spilled his food on you." I reply carefully.

"Okay. First, he didn't trip. He deliberately spilled his food on me. I know, Becky. I was there. And second, why would you look at stuff that's in my locker?!" He shouts.

"I sorr-"

"That's personal stuff, Becky! I don't go snooping around in yourlocker and reading yourpersonal things!" He yells. I feel my blood start to boil.

"Then, why the fuck do you have it pinned up in your fucking locker if you didn't want people to read it?!" I scream at him in equal intensity. He looks at me a little stunned at the fact that I cussed.

"Did you just swear?" He grins.

"Yes, I just fucking swore. Christ, I'm not little miss perfect, Austin." I say with my jaw clenched.

"Damn." He says breathlessly, a grin ghosts across his lips.

Wasn't he just yelling at me a few seconds ago?

Now he's grinning at me like an idiot. He's completely crazy.

"Look, I'm sorry I was 'snopping' in your locker. And if it really bothers you...we don't have to be friends anymore." I breathe.

As I begin to turn around to walk away Austin grabs my arm and turns me to face him.

"Of course I still want to be friends, Becky. Its just, I just wish you didn't see my lyrics." He sighs.

"Lyrics? You write songs?" My eyes widen.

"They're nothing special." He tries to dismiss the subject.

"Are you kidding me? They're amazing! You're amazing." I smile brightly.

"Thanks." He mumbles with a huge smile on his face.

"Would you care to join me for lunch?" I ask in a posh accent.

"Why nothing would bring me anymore joy than to escourt the beautiful lady to the room that is of lunch." He says in an equally mocking accent. I throw my head back in laughter.

(A/N: ↓People do get tired↓

They get tired of getting hurt, getting taken advantage of, getting fucked over, getting teased, getting treated like shit, and dealing with so much pain that they don't even deserve. But, they manage to smile day after day pretending that nothing bothers them. When in reality, everything does. I give props to these people, because they stay strong, even though they have every right to break down.

- ❤ Luz)