"Cold as ice,
Your words cut like knives.
I deserve a prize,
For stickin' around this long."
Babe, I'm livin' the dream.
Gone was the teenage girl who wanted to fit in. Gone was that chic who was head-over-heels in love with him. Gone was that idiot, who would go to the moon and back just to be his perfect girl. She isn't here anymore. She's dead. I buried her in the deepest corner of my brain and locked her up inside.
I'm better now. People can't step on me. No one's gonna call me a whore just because I talked to him for a few moments. He's not here to control me anymore. I'm free from all those feelings that kept me from walking away from him.
Right now. I'm standing in this stage. Singing my heart out in my hometown. After a few years, I was finally back. I was now in the exact spot where he broke me into pieces. My eyes were searching through the crowds, trying to find the man who moulded me into who I was today.
"You say I'm nothin' without you
And no one loves me like you do
Always left me feeling black and blue
Well this can go on and on and on but"
I was in junior high. Grade 10 to be exact. And Adam was a senior; he was 18. I was 16, and stupid. He was one of the most popular guys in school. He had this flashy car and possessed that infamous smirk that could put your panties in a twist. Our story started when he approached me after our team won a basketball game. And yeah, I was in the team. I play girl's basketball. And no. I am not a tom-boy. I just wanted the game!
"Hey Ash! Wait up!" I heard a guy's voice calling me from a distance, so I stopped. "Hi Ashley!" the guy said. Who turned out to be Adam Henderson.
"Uhh.. Hey? How d'you know my name?" I asked awkwardly.
"I have my sources babe." He said confidently and winked at me. "Oh, how rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. Adam Henderson m'lady." He then gives his hand out.
"Well, I-ahh, I'm Ashley Hastings, kind sir" I answered enthusiastically and gave out a sweet smile as I put my hand on his.
Then he kissed my hand-and I pulled it away immediately.
"Uhh-- I have to go. I'm all sweaty and I need a shower bye! Nice meeting you Adam Henderson!"
And that. Was how we met.
"Hey, I'm breakin' free just watch me walk away
Had your hooks in me but I escaped
I don't need excuses done with your abuses,
Telling me that I'm not strong, baby
Hey, just listen to this song
Guess I-I-I proved you wrong,
I-I-I proved you wrong"
As time passed by, Adam and I continued to hang out (as friends) and I started to see him in a different light. Yeah. I actually had a crush on cocky, egoistical, narcissist, arrogant, stupid, idiotic, crazy funny, adorable, handsome, dreamy-wait what? I wasn't supposed to be complimenting that jerk! Okay. Back to the story. I had a crush on Adam and I didn't tell him. Until he heard me singing.
