Prologue: You were never really mine

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     His girlfriend clinged onto him smiling shyly as she swayed her hips and batted her eyes held tight in his arms. The way he looked at me like I was nothing but a stranger to him hurt more than the sight alone. I don't know what I expected, were just friends, nothing more.
I Smiled at her and extended my hand.
"Hello, I'm the girl who invited you to Lilys pary. The names Katherine."
I grimaced as I remember originally only inviting Justin but he declined because Molly couldn't come, so I invited her as well... to hide my undying  urge to simply be in his presence.
She hesitantly took my hand and shook it lightly and I silently cringed. Jealousy pulsed through my veins like wildfire by just looking at her. It wasn't fair.
Her bright blue eyes looked up to meet my dark jealous grey hues for a split second before quickly looking away towards the ground.
"Hey! I'm sorry we couldn't make it." She quietly spoke while cracking a slight  smile that seems genuine making me feel guilty for the hatred I subconsciously had for her.
The wind blew my light golden brown hair, making the athomostphere seem surreal and tense. I quickly glanced at Justin's eyes, whose weren't focused on neither of us but rather focused on the sweaty cross country runners that were crossing the finish line in front of us.

"All good, nice to meet you" I smiled.
This time revealing my teeth to hide the grimace and guilt behind them. It became akward as she became shy in his arms again. He noticed and wrapped his arms around her. However, his bright blue eyes focused on mine while he was doing so, sending a message I couldn't decode. I noticed the sudden awkward athmostphere and  I mumbled a heavy hearted goodbye, before pulling myself away from her. From him.
I turned around facing my few middle school, despite being a highschooler I enjoyed them a lot better than the snobby few high-school girls on my team who knew eachother better than I did. I walk towards my young friends in hopes to strike a conversation to distract me from the cruel thoughts that seemingly replaced another with every step I took

Why does she get him?
I am so much better than her! Why does he not love me instead.
She's so ugly, he doesn't deserve her.

The guilt was suddenly replaced with a sense of anger and competitiveness. The sour taste of jealously and greediniess took over my already polluted mind. One sentence stuck with me as I made my way over to them.

Love

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