Flames left behind

1{Pretty Boys}

  I don't trust good-looking guys. Handsome, cute, pretty, none. nada.

They most likely always have a secret they're harboring, or they think they're better than everyone else. Like, they're so cocky to the point they put on this fake little persona, flash you a good 'Ol 'I'm an innocent boy who will never hurt you' smile and then boom. They break you. They break those pathetic little things we like to call hearts and scar us for life. We tell ourselves we won't ever trust again, but once another pretty boy comes around, we fall head over heels and repeat the same process over again. So, to all the hot, or pretty, boys reading this, would you kindly piss off?

I mean, I haven't always felt this way. I used to be one of the girls who were head over heels for dudes, following them around like a lost little puppy that never had an owner to begin with. I'd leave little heart cutouts with some cute pickup lines, offer them candy that they not so kindly refused, and at one point make a prom posal for a few. A few times it got so bad to the point many guys put restraining orders on me. Yet I continued to try. But my hate for attractive people dives deep. So deep I wouldn't have even known it was possible. It all started when I met Ronin.A man that was never worthy of my attention or my love. No man is worthy enough of them anymore.

Ronin was this cute, skinny, grunge-looking boy, whose type was the equal equivalent. He always had the best style, girls were fawning over him, and he met his match right way. There was this hot, brown-eyed bitch so skinny she looked anorexic, always wore baggy clothes, and had the cutest round glasses. The kind of girl you see in the hallway and want to be, the kind that isn't popular, but nerdy and acts like she's "one of the guys". She was the type of girl who wore so much makeup but made it look natural, so no one ever called her out on it. She was just one of many of the girls who was always trying to get his attention. And I mean, yes, every girl tried to get his attention, wasted all of their money on little Valentine's cards, and worshiped the ground he stood on. Even I did, at one point. I'd leave little notes in his locker and watch as he opened them and smiled every time, he read one.

It always made me so happy until I realized he just found it pathetic. No one ever told me how stupid I looked, or how desperate I sounded when I talked to him. Nobody told me to get up and keep my dignity when I bent down to kiss his shoes because he asked me to. He never promised me anything, he just asked me, and I dropped so fast to the ground I got whiplash, and repeating it now makes me cringe.

I should have seen him as the dick he was, taking advantage of everyone, but I didn't. I was also the kind of girl who thought I could change him. I mean, so did every other girl, but I read so many mafia books about the girl being able to control the boss that I believed I was in one of those stories. The funny thing is that Ronin never once glanced at the other girls. Instead, he did finally choose me. A short, grey-eyed, top-heavy, always hiding under the depths of my sweatshirt girl. I mean, who likes grey eyes anyway? Well, I guess he did. Maybe he fell for the hair. A pretty red color, contrasting against my pale ivory skin. I would have fallen for the hair, but he always told me it was my eyes. 'So lovely nobody else could ever compare.'

He started off by leaving me random notes in my bags, locker, binders, etc. They usually always revolved around my eyes. He was absolutely in love with my eyes, just informing you in case you didn't know already. I always joked that he should just marry my eyes, but then we'd get into an argument about whose eyes were better. Coincidentally, he had gray eyes too. Well, mostly blue and gold, but there was some gray in there, around his pupil. Enough that you could tell they were grey. I adored his eyes. And whenever I'd write that to him, he'd we'd get into yet another fight about whose was better. I mean, we'd always do our arguing over notes, of course. I was much too shy to actually talk to him in person. I mean, why the hell would this cute guy take interest in me anyway?