I'm that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn't big enough. I'm the friend that gets cut out of the conversation. I'm the friend that everyone leaves when I ask them to wait for me. I'm the friend that doesn't get asked to hang out a lot. I'm the friend that has to invite people to go places, so I'm not left out. I will always be that friend. And honestly, the feeling of not being wanted, is the worst one I know. It comes with perks, being invisible. It means that when you slip up, the only one to citisize you and tourture you about your mistakes is yourself.
"So, guys, anyone wanna go watch that new movie comming out Friday? Looks pretty good" I try to grab Alex's attention, so the rest of them will listen, you know, her being pack leader and shit. I secretly hate Alex, she's snobby, full of herself and an attention seeker. Not what I look for in friends...but she just happens to be in my snobby friend group of arseholes. I really only have family, because ten is my family. Well, shes my best friend, but that doesn't really sound right, so I call her my family, since she knows me better than anyone on this plannet. Really, the only reason I'm in this group of snobs, coz she seems to love them. God knows why.
"Violet! Can't you see I'm talking to Alice!? Just shut up ok? You're getting on my nerves!"
Suddenly I feel a wave of rage boils my blood, she can't talk to me like that. Bitch is looking for a slap.
"Fuck you Alex" I hear myself exclaiming
"What did you just say?" A vain suddenly pops out her head and I burst out laughing
"I said fuck you, geez, what's wrong with your hearing? I said it pretty loud"
With a pang, I suddenly realise the whole group is giving me daggers...looks like I've upset the queen bee. Ha.
"C'mon, I'm going" I hear a overreacting, dramatic voice shout, obviously Alex's. And sure enough, all her little slaves follow and proceed to bitch about me all day long. I love my..."friends" the thing is, it takes them 5 seconds to recover, before them acting like nothing ever happened, a full on drama like this? It happens daily. The next day, she'll be running up to me like always, saying how it wasn't her fault she was a bitch, it's because she's on her period. How ridiculous. "It's not my fault I'm a nasty cow, it's just because I'm going through something most girls go through all the time" god, that makes perfect sence.
Unfortunately, ten isn't here today, witch means, untill the Nasty thing comes to apolagise (which she will) I'm friendless. Yay.
All of a sudden I'm alone, standing at the school gates.and right now, I don't feel like maths or science, so a grab my bag and swiftly walk out as relief flows through my body in a waterfall, as I hear my footsteps walking slowly out of the rusty green school gates, i panic. I'm gunna pass out, I know i am. As I feel my head hit the hard concrete, I can just about make out a tall figure running towards me.well, he's gunna be terrified when he sees me screaming and crying in my "sleep", I'll add him to the list of people who think I'm crazy...
Mystery guys p.o.v
Walking late into school, for the hundredth time This year, I put my head down low. There's nothing to look forward to. No shread of happiness here at all. One of my least favorite places in the world. But what else do I have to do? Except stay in bed all day, which is one of my favourite hobbies. I'm pretty good at it. Suddenly I catch a glimpse of someone. Her long, hazel hair flowed down to her waist like water, while her sapphire blue hypnotic eyes twinkled in the sunlight. All of a sudden, I'm not so sad anymore. Her lips reminded me of a flower petal, vibrant and pink. My gaze suddenly snapped to her eyes again, as I expect her twinkling eyes yet again, I notice something I hadn't before...a wave of nausea hits me like a bullet as i see her fragile, boney body hit the cold, hard concrete with force. My head spins and dark thoughts cloud my vision, as I run as fast as my legs would carry me to her . I feel myself crouch down and pick her up in my arms...I don't know why I did this, but it felt like I had to. Her long, skinny body was as light as paper. As I look down at her perfect features, her eyes fluttered and her brows creased in distress, then she screamed. A loud, deafening, terrified scream, like she was dying, And all I could do was stroke her silky brown hair soothingly, while I tried desperately to take the pain I know all too well, away from her, because I can't bear the fact she feels it too. that's when her beautiful, crystal blue eyes snapped open in a sudden, shocked way. She stared at me, taking in my every feature, as her eyes were laced in terror, pain and confusion. I didn't know what to say. What do you say when you're holding a beautiful stranger in your arms that just passed out...
"Are you okay? You just...um...passed out"
was what my stupid voise blurted out
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It happens all the time, I'm used to it now"
Her full pink lips twisted into a smile
"Don't look so worried"
My mouth opens...then closes again. It happens all the time? She looked like she was in her own personal hell, how does she cope? A sudden blur of nausea hits me again, thinking of her pain. How could I not look worried?
"I'll walk with you to class, make sure you're okay"
I say, hoping not to sound too weird.
I notice another sparkle in her eyes when she says
"I'm not going to class"
"Well, neither am I" I hear myself stutter. Maybe today won't be so bad after all
"you fancy being rebels together?" Her sweet, cute voice speaks
"I'd love to" I say with a smirk.
