Obsession

6

~obsession~

--6

You had such an impact on my life. The  way you talked, ate, and laughed was a thing that you put to me. I was influenced on your actions so much that I started to do everything you did. I laughed like you, talked like you, the moment you told me you liked how I was influenced by you- i never stopped. It was just a habit when it came to you, the messes I would pick up- but for you i would do anything...right? Because you would do the same for me? Unlikely...

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The one minute bell rang for class, I have history first, a boring class. It was across the hall- so not that far right? But thats when the last bell rang. I was already late to my class on my first day- how wonderful. "Hey you!" A girl screams from behind me. I slowly turn around, no patience was clear on my face, but this girl-oh...I know who this was.

"Newbie- right?" She askes me and I slowly nod. She doesnt remember me. "Right okay- well Im Cynthia, nice to meet you, um- wait, you look familiar," she paused, her finger was under her chin as if she was observing me. "Yeah well- I'm already late so can I go to class?" I ask her and roll my eyes back. "You need a pass first-" she tries to say but im already walking away.

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Cynthia- She may have not realized it, but she was a cause of this heartbreak as well. She was supposed to be my bestfriend, my day one as some call it. But she changed. She starting dating Quinton- then Coop- then Josh- then back to Quinton. Shes changed so much and she left me to the side like the rest of her old styled makeup. She used to hang out with me all the time, we'd go to the movies and even told ridiculous stories. Point is- she wasnt there for me, she never was. One time she even lashed out on me for dropping her mascara. We made up but- not good enough...

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Class had already started , the door was locked when i got there. Causing more attention to myself I had to knock. It took a couple of seconds before the teacher finally let me in. "And why are you late? Miss..." he wanted me to fill in the blank, tell him my name. But at the corner of my eye, I saw him, staring at his phone wile his friends threw a  football in the back of the classroom. " I'm late because im new, the monitor said it was fine for me to come to class." I explain. "Without a hall pass?" He questions. " Well yeah, im here arent i?" I tell him and he nods, letting me into the chaotic classroom of high schoolers. "Class we have a new student-" really? This ruins my whole plan- god I hate teachers. "Whats your name miss?" He asks me. "Isn't on your papers? I dont have to tell everyone my name." I mention. " Yes well, the class would love to know your name." He tells me, as if-

"Just give me a seat," I scoff. The old man sighs, his glasses hanging low onto his nose. "Right, sit in the back next to... Quinton," He tells me and I do as he asks. Its surprisig how everyone is seated now, no footballs being thrown, only eyes on me as I walk into the very watchful isle. (Quinton sits on your right, theres no one on your left besides the wall. Jaden is infront of yoy and Josh is diagonal of you-) "Newbie?" Quinton basically shouts at me as I sit down.

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He still never lost his ego, nor did he lose his oddly annoying and so obsessive humor. He used to be so nice, so intentionally kind and loving. But as you can see- Quinton Griggs has changed, along with the other fuck heads at this school...

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" Today class we will be doing a group project! You have to define the biggest and smallest changes in the world from 1967-now. Of course the may be difficult for some folks, but this matter is 50% of your grade. I will not be choosing for you- you will, I expect this project to be written and printed on a poster board while your group discusses the matter infront of the class. I hope you'll have fun doing your projects, yeah?" He finishes

" Jaden- you, me, Coop, Josh-" He takes a long pause. I was planning on skipping, the long pause turned into enough time for him to look at me. "Newbie," He finishes. "I have a name ass hat," I spit and he smiles. That devilish smile that used to be so- kind. "Feisty- I like its," I roll my eyes at the weird and mentally brain damaged boy. Time really can change a person, I mean look at me- nevermind, dont. "Newbies in our group- how smart are you?" He asks. My nerves are definitely set up to high since Im dealing with him. But on the other hand, Jaden hasnt said a word, not even a turn around from his chair. Well I can fix that.

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It bothered me how you were so kind to me Jaden. Every time I walked pass you, you greeted me with an open hug or pulled me in by the waist. The soft touch of your finger tips against my skin would always give me flutters. See- you never cared about me as much as I did. I focused on every single detail. Because each detail gave me one more piece of hop that you wouldnt completely shatter me into pieces. Well...we all have are faults. Dont we Jaden?....tbc