The Love Game

Arabella

He's there, he's always there. Always sat with his headphones on, drumming a beat with his fingers and tapping his foot to the beat. His ice blue eyes lock with mine, him smirking as every part of my body freezes, stuck in a paralysis, just waiting for him to move his eyes away from me, he glances up and down my body and then his eyes release whatever hold they had on me. He stands up with his friends around him and they move off to class, at least we have that together. I can't let him get to me, especially since we're working together in band, and any conflict between us would just hurt people around us. Oh and he's dating Sofia, can't forget that he's dating Sofia, especially since she's one of my closest friends, I cannot like her boyfriend, under ANY circumstances.

I get to music and he's already there, practicing some drum beat he's always doing, I mean I knew he had an addiction to playing Creep on drums but fucking hell he was good, and ah yes, there's Sofia sat watching him. The first bell goes off and she stands up, her hair moving like liquid gold as she goes to leave out the door when he grabs her waist from behind and whispers something in her ear, everyone sees her laugh, oh her maniacal little 'sweet as sugar' laugh, and then she leaves him looking hurt, not saying a word to him. He takes his seat next to me, removing his headphones and getting composition sheets out of his folder, making gestures to his friends, with their weird little cult gesture that everyone finds confusing, but they understand it, I try talking to him but we don't make it much further than the date.

He's friends glance at me for a second and the stare he gives them could cut ice, nobody knows why he doesn't allow people to look at me, he has no interest in us even being friends, I wish he would just talk to me, but nobody likes miss never-gets-detention-never-gets-in-trouble. I just wish I could be Sofia.