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-Hunter-
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I'm sitting at a table, staring at the back of Melody's head when suddenly tan skin and blonde hair block my view of her. My eyes land on a girl that has, for some unknown reason, sat herself directly in front of me. Freckles cover her cheeks making the highlights of her platinum hair appear as if they're glowing like some type of halo. She looks at me expectantly as if waiting for me to greet her in some type of way, not gonna happen. After another moment of what seems like mutual observation, the haloed girl finally huffs and says "Lillian." I tilt my head in confusion and she rephrases. "I'm Lillian."
"And you felt the need to share that information with me, why exactly Lillian?"
She ignores me and instead points at Melody. "That girl you've been ogling for the past 10 minutes? Melody Stone."
"I'm aware."
A single shake of her head. "No, you're not," a pause, "She's been dating this guy Anthony for the past two years, total sweetheart by the way although he's a bit dumb if you ask me, anyway, they finally broke up last summer and now she's finally available again."
I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for a further explanation and she sighs as if it's an inconvenience that she has to clarify absolutely anything to me.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? She's nice, popular, drop-dead gorgeous, and top of every class, and you my guy have about a zero point one chance of getting with her."
Oh.
Oh.
"I'm not interested in her." at least not in that way. I don't think. Sure she's pretty but I've met plenty of pretty girls, I don't see what's so special about her.
Plus even if I did feel some sliver of want towards her, it's not as if I particularly wanted or needed any more problems in my life and Melody practically screamed issues and trouble and drama. No thank you.
Lillian scoffs "Sure you aren't."
I lean forward propping my elbows up on the table absentmindedly playing with the rings covering the lower parts of my fingers. "Say I was, what would that interest, that captivation, feel like?"
She gives me a look that suggests I've lost my mind, I have, but turns to look behind her anyway.
Only she isn't looking at Melody.
Instead, her eyes are fixated on the shorter girl with the raven hair sitting next to her. "You want to be near her all the time, finding any excuse to spend time with her, you go out of your way to find things out about her even it's something simple and non-important like her favorite color or maybe why she has a bad habit of chewing her nails, you get jealous when you see her with someone else, you can't take your eyes off of her, it's as if the rest of the world is blurry and she's the only thing in focus when you're around her, and at one point it just feels like you're free-falling, hoping she'll be there to catch you and you'll never hit the ground."
I hum in response and Lillian's eyes snap back to mine a blush spreading across her face as if I've caught her doing something wrong. She clears her throat and stands up, not saying another word before walking away.
My gaze involuntarily falls back on Melody once she's gone.You can't take your eyes off of her, it's as if the rest of the world is blurry and she's the only thing in focus when you're around her. Lillian's words bounce around in my head. Maybe, just maybe, Melody Stone is exactly what I need right now, exactly what I want. A distraction. An experiment, of sorts. A way to see if I can feel something strong and real for her.
It seems as though there's a part of me that's fascinated by her. And although fascination can easily turn into infatuation there's nothing easy about emotions for me. Even if that happened, I've never been infatuated with something, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing.
But.
What if doesn't work?
Then I'd probably break her heart and increase the hole in mine.
Heartbreak.
The feeling of beingon the verge of death, but not being able to die.Like an enormous, pain in your heart hitting you over and over again. Usually caused by the rejection of a loved one.
Or so says the Urban dictionary.
I turn my focus back onto Melody, she's laughing at something one of her friends said. She seems happy, it looks good on her.
The more I watch her the more my heart speeds up.
I want to make her happy, I suppose.
Still, an unbidden image of her pops into my head. Although instead of a smile overtaking her face, she has tears rolling down her cheeks.
She would look beautiful sad.
I want to see her face covered in running mascara, her eyes bloodshot, and her breath hitching in and out of her.
I want to make her cry.
I want to leave her heartbroken.
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