Sparks Fly

Sparks Fly - 5

"Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place"

[5]

Everyones eyes had been on me the second I had jumped in, maybe it was because of the fact I was the only girl who didn't care about getting her hair wet. I ignored the attention and began to float backwards in the water with my eyes close. I heard a quick splash then felt myself being lifted in the air by some guy.

I opened my eyes to see Yale smirking at me.

"seriously?" I rolled my eyes.

"I must say, you look gorgeous in the bikini Mittens." I blushed in anger before struggling to remove myself From his arms. I broke free and jumped back into the water pulling him down under the water. I swam to the edge of the pool and lifted myself out, grabbing a towel to dry off with.

I was done with this party. I needed to stay away from Yale. I said my good byes to everyone and walked out to my car to leave.

“Wait Morrison!” I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at Yale.

“What do you want from me?! Why do you keep bothering me?”  I snapped at him. I saw a pained look come across his face before he put on a poker face.

“Why do you think? What reason would a guy bother a girl?” He asked as if the answer was suppose to be obvious.

“I don’t know, for fun, for a game. You’re just playing games and they need to stop.” I wasn’t going to be another pawn in his life for him to toy with and burn out. I wasn’t that kind of girl.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. “You think I’m playing games? Is that what you really think?”

“Then what are you doing? Pleeaaseee tell me, Yale.” I rolled my eyes once more, already tired of this conversation.

He didn’t smirk or anything, he just kept a blank face. “You know what? Never mind. I give up.”

Then turned around and walked back to the party. I stood there, confused about what he meant. What did he mean by he gives up? What did he give up? The subject replayed through my mind over and over again as I drove home. This was going to drive me insane. I had finally made it to my house, and I was tired and worn out just from all of the thinking I had been doing on the drive home. I felt weird. This was different. What did Yale mean? And why was I thinking about him all the time? I wasn’t going to allow myself to be pulled into his tricks and games, but I had to admit, I did like him. But just because I liked him didn’t mean I was going to be pulled into his games or let him have me. I just couldn’t do it. And even if he wasn’t playing games, I couldn’t be with him. Id never be able to be with him.