The Other Girl

Prologue

He's waiting, head hung low and hands in his pocket. He looks up at the sky once in a while and closes his eyes. Then he smiles, and at that moment, I knew. God, I knew and how I crave that it was for me.

His hand never seem to stop brushing his brown hair up everytime the wind messed it up again. How I wish I was the wind messing up his hair. I thought. Ocean blue eyes, they are what I love the most about him.

He looks at the watch on his wrist and he sighs. He never seems to get tired of waiting. Just like you, a voice said in my mind. I sigh, shaking away the thought.

Then I look at him, and he smiled. Being the shy girl I am, I blush and look away. Not even bothering to smile back at him.

Stupid! Why didn't you smile back? I sigh and decided to look at him and smile, but he was already facing the other way.

I stare at him as I took in his image, making sure to plaster it in my mind. Red flannel tucked into his black jeans and dark blue vans. He's really tall, almost 6'2 ft.

Looking down to what I was wearing, I cringed at the sight of my sweatpants and white t-shirt.

Why don't I have any sense of fashion? Oh right. Those kind of clothes don't fit me, I thought.

As I was day dreaming about him, a shrill ringing of the bell got me out of it. Looking around, I saw the hall was packed with students coming out from their classes and rushing out with smiles on their faces.

"Finally! It's Friday!" A guy with blonde hair yelled. I smile at his excitement and look down, hair covering my face. You see, I've never been a fan of smile, mostly because I've been told it's ugly.

Then as happy chatters filled the hall, I look at him. He was looking my way and suddenly his whole face light up like I was the only one there, the only one who saw how his eyes crinkle at then end, how his smile was so beautiful, It felt like home.

As he took his time, walking my way. My heart is beating so fast I swear the whole school could hear the thumping of my heart. He's closer now and I can't breathe.

He is right in front of me and I close my eyes waiting for the feel of his arms around me.

Seconds flew by and nothing came. I open my eyes and he was gone. I turn around and saw him kissing her.

Then I realised, I wasn't the only who saw how his face lights up the whole room, how his eyes crinkle at the end and how his smile is so beautiful, it felt like home. The most obvious thing is, I wasn't the one behind all those things he did.

She is the one. Not me.

I turn around and walk away, shaking away the thoughts of how it will always be her.

It will never be me.

But it's okay. Life is not always about happy ending. Sometimes, I just have to accept the fact that I won't always get the guy I want. Because girls like me, don't get to be with guys like him, and I'm okay with that. Eventhough it hurts a lot, I can bear with a little pain. I'm used to it.

This is reality and it's hard and cold and real. It's not something where we find out that the guy we like, likes us back. And sometimes, we'll make the wrong decisions of letting the only guy who will ever really care about us for someone who we know we will never, ever in million years get.

Because girls like me, will never be with a guy like him.

Because guys like Zachary Anderson will never be with girls like me, Victoria Elizabeth.

"Hey Tory," I turn around and look at my bestfriend James. "Come on, lets go." he smiled at me. I look at him and shook away all the thoughts.

"Yeah, lets go." I said

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*Author's note.

I am planning for this story to be a bit realistic, if I can make it. I hope anyone who reads this will like it. Comment if you think this story is good and if I should continue this.

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