Those damn eyes. Do you ever feel misunderstood? Not the typical teenage angst where you write shitty poems and watch rebellious movies but genuinely misunderstood. Like the world doesn't notice you until you make a mistake and then that's all they remember you for. I act the way I do because I'm jealous. I wanna be perfect, pretty, smart. I'm not any of these. I'm the girl you would probably take to the movies and insist on watching a romance and she'd whine until you took her to the horror film next door. Then instead of taking her out to the mall you'd walk around the streets listening to indie music. When you try to bring her home, instead of making out she'd wanna play video games. Im imperfect and messy and...there's so many things wrong with me. I'm in love with bands, deep quotes, deep drawings, television series, and I have an obsession with wanting to be anyone but myself. God. I haven't been paying the least bit attention in this class. "You better quit daydreaming and open your book to 379." C.j whispered practically reading my thoughts. "Thanks." I replied doing so. "So, who can tell me what a hyperbole is?" Mrs. L questioned. I raised my hand and responded "exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally.
synonyms: exaggeration, overstatement, magnification, embroidery, embellishment, excess, overkill, rhetoric." C.j leaned over and fake coughed real loud while saying "Try hard!" Everyone chuckled. I copied her only I said "No, I'm just not an idiot," while coughing. Then I cleared my throat and asked "sorry did I cough when I said that? I said "no, I'm just not an idiot." I grinned at her and Alex started dying. "Can we get on with the lesson please?" I asked Mrs. L. "Actually you're outta here in about 3...2...1-" RING "Have a great weekend, kids!" She shouted after us. Mrs. L, always ao kind. I thought to myself as I walked down the hallway to gym. Thinking silly little thoughts. What if I could fly? I'd fly so far away. I'd live in the clouds forever. I thin-s.hit. I looked up to see who just tripped me. I was picked up by my arms and shoved against the lockers. "Andy, hold her." a voice said. An all too familiar voice. A face was soon accompanied with this voice and I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. "Awe, you haven't changed at all." Garret said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I jerked my face away refusing to make eye contact. Andrew tensed up, grabbing my jaw forcing me to stare into Garret's glacier blue eyes. "Awe c'mon baby. I made a mistake. I know you want me back." I felt my eyes well up and a lump in my throat become painful. He smirked and leaned in for a kiss. I fought the tears and spat at him. "Get a life! Go cry to Birdie, yeah? I'm sure if you're real nice to Blane he'll lend you some foundation to take care of that big 'ol hickey she left on your neck." The fact that he let her kiss him like I meant nothing killed me. But I had to stay strong. His jaw tensed and he smacked me across the face. His hands took place of Andy's and he grabbed my upper arms slamming me against the lockers over and over. "I tried to be nice you little whore. Is this what you want? You want me to hit you?" I shook my head no repeatedly. I felt the lump in my throat becoming bigger and bigger. "Do you want me to leave you? Leave you like your dad left, huh?" I shut my eyes saying to myself don't cry. It'll be okay. You'll be fine. Don't cry sweetie. Suddenly Garret's hands were off me and my eyes popped open. Harry was in front of me with his arms open as to guard me. "Just leave her alone okay?" "Hey, no one asked for you to be here. This is none of your business, pal, so leave." Garret said. "Actually it is. I love her. And you made a huge mistake. So, leave before someone has to get hurt." Garret huffed and looked at me before saying "You'll be back." I swallowed, trying to lessen the lump in my throat. Harry sighed and turned to face me. He embraced me in a hug before asking "Are you okay?" I faked a smile and nodded my head morbidly. "Okay." He half smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "Okay. Want me to walk you to class?" "No, no. I'll be fine." He frowned. "Okay. See you tonight?" "Yeah." He walked away to his class. I, knew I had missed more than half of P.E and not feeling up for it at all slid my back down the locker and sat against it. I replayed all that had happened and began to weep silently. I had mastered the quiet cry. I checked the time and headed into the bathroom to fix my make up and puffy red eyes. I took a deep breath, still smelling Harry's cologne on me. I wiped my eyes one last time before grabbing my things from my locker and waiting patiently outside the door off next class, choir.
