As time went by, I thought I'd caught him staring at me a few times.
Then I thought I was stupid.
As no one looks at the awkward, weird, clumsy girl at the back of the class.
Everyone goes for petite, quiet, cute girl who has popular friends.
In my class that girl is Isabella.
Everyone loves Isabella.
How can they not?
She's almost perfect after all.
Good in studies, sports, kind and prettiest girl in the class.
Maybe in the whole form.
She had to be kind.
She couldn't have been a mean person who treats people who get in her way like shit.
Instead she's nice to everyone.
That makes it much harder for me to hate her.
Wonderful.
I don't have any excuse to despise her.
I've always been an envious person.
Especially of people who's steps and actions were perfect and flawless.
People who looked good without even trying.
People who took for granted how many admirers they had.
People who always got the person they want without fail.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother being a hopeless romantic.
I might as well not focus on romance so much.
Then I realised I just cant.
I cannot control my feelings.
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Consequences
Teen Fiction"So my goal before coming to this school was to not fall in love with anyone to avoid unnecessary heartbreak. As usual my plan hasn't exactly went my way."
