There he was.
Smiling. Slightly showing his perfect teeth.
Me watching as he blew out the smoke that he held inside.
Lips parted in a way that only a god could shape.
Heartache. Yes. Heartache. I could see it in his pretty hazels.
Trouble. The things he has done and does. A troubled man.
No emotion. People states that he has no emotion whatsoever but considering the heartache I see he is hurting from his Fathers death.
Revenge. He is hoping to get back at the guy who caused him heartache.
Drugs. Drugs that can kill a person if taken to much. Drugs that could kill my one true lover.
The lover who doesn't know I exist...
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I stood there. Taking in all of his actions.Well. He couldn't be as bad as people think. Yeah, he is the leader of his little pack. Yet. He looked so kind, and sometimes itching to change.
But what do I know. He doesn't even know me. Rather my existence. But that doesn't mean I still can't glance at him.
No, not to the point of looking like a complete stalker. Or some obsessed girl who wants to be the one he hangs his arm around.
Yet, I sometimes, sometimes only in my thoughts and dreams, that I am the one he is giving all his attention towards.
No one has yet to claimed that lucky spot. Even though girls try ravenously to claim him. Us shy girls doesn't even have a chance with him. He would just laugh in our faces.
This one girl. Her name was Kayla. She actually brought up some courage and went up to him. Yeah, she is pretty. But she was to shy to even talk to him. All she did was stutter when he gave her that cheeky smile and she passed out. who could blame her though? He's perfect.
I saw whispers. His friends pointing towards my direction. His head slightly turned to the side and adjusted his eyes to stare into mine.
I blinked a couple of times. I couldn't get my eyes to leave his. It was like he was pulling me into a trance. I felt my cheeks starting to heat up as he put on that beautiful warm smile. My body went numb as he placed the cigarette in between his lips as his eyes never left mine. I felt like I could faint at any moment but I could not let him put me in that place. So, I gave him a wink, and with that I left.
I slowly walked to my locker, feeling like a cat, losing one of its nine life's. Why did I do that you ask? Well, the answer still has not been solved.
Walking home. Where my thoughts can bug me because no one would interrupt.
Me. Me out of all the people who has tried. I had made it through his little torture trap with that smile.
Barely. Yes, you could say barely, yet I still managed.
Sleep. Sleep is what I needed. So I could drown In my dreams, making the whole world slip away in the night. Only to be waken by the sun and the annoying sound teenagers hate, to go and face their fears.
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