"Yeah, it was hilarious."
I waited a reply from Grey, but I heard none. The silence was strange—unlike him. I turned to find him staring off at something.. or rather, someone
Mia
My smile faded, the light in my eyes dimming. I felt my stomach twist, why couldn't he look at me like that?
But that's never gonna happen right?
"Grey!" I called out his name.
"Greyson!"
He never took his gaze off her, he was too lost in her.
Greyson liked her, I knew that. He knew that. Everyone knew.
What everyone didn't know was I had fallen in love with him.
I could see Grey's expression changed to bitterness and jealousy when he saw Mia talking to a guy. It was written all over his face, and he wasn't even trying to hide it
"Earth to Grey," I said while slightly giving him a nudge.
"Huh? What?" His attention was back at me.
"What were you looking at?" I questioned him.
He brushed it off saying it was nothing and urged me to get back to class.
The whole class period he didn't even paid attention. Grey was looking out of the window and looking a little heartbroken. I didn't bother asking him about it, knowing he would just say I'm fine and bla bla bla.
When school finally ended we walked home together. It's like a routine for us. But today, the guy walking beside me didn't seem like himself
"Hey, you okay? You seem off," I asked him. I hoped he would open up and just tell me.
His response wasn't I was expecting for, "I'm fine."
I wasn't convinced and asked again, "Is it because of Mia?"
Grey stopped in his tracks. "How'd you know?" he asked.
"It's pretty obvious, you've got a crush on her don't you?"
He slowly nodded.
And just like that, my heart sank. Even though I already knew, hearing it felt... painful.
"But she has a boyfriend," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Then his expression darkened, jealousy turning his face into something almost unrecognizable.
"I don't care!" he snapped. "I'll make her see me. I'll do whatever it takes to make her fall for me. I'll be better than him."
His desperation frightened me, but more than that, it hurt to watch.
"Do you even hear yourself?" I yelled, my frustration boiling over. "You can't force her to love you! You're losing yourself over something impossible. Why can't you focus on what's right in front of you? Why can't you see me?"
He stared at me, his expression hardening, and then he laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. "You? Don't be ridiculous. You'll never understand. You don't get it because no one ever looks at you like that."
His words hit me like a punch in the gut, knocking the breath out of me. I felt the blood drain from my face.
"What...?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Face it. You're always there, always waiting for someone to notice you, but no one ever does, do they? You'll never be her. You'll never be enough."
Each word was like a slap across my face. I could barely breathe, the sting of his words cutting me deeper than anything physical could.
"I can't believe you'd say that," I said, my voice barely audible. "I thought... I thought you were different. But I don't even know who you are anymore. I never want to see you again."
