Our South Park Story {On Hold/Being Edited}

Chapter 37: Liam, Photograph

HEY GUYS!

          As most of you guys already know, and can probably tell, but James is based off of me. So every little personality quirk and actions she does are things I do. Just in case you wanted to get to know me or something. 

          Comment below in the comments if either Liam, Ally, Finn or James is your favorite. 

          Thanks for reading, 

            Feffey

LIAM POV:

          Every where I was. Their was eyes. 

          Eyes piercing into me from all directions, eyes watching me and eyes staring at me. Eyes glanced at me threw the hallways and eyes traced me, wondering what kind of person I was. 

           Everyone stayed their distance from me, they knew what went down on Friday night. I punched the living shit Clyde, and now everyone was kind of scared of me. 

            I clicked open the lock on my locker and pulled it open, this was my first time opening my locker all day. 

           I pulled out my Gym shorts and and Gym shirt. It was plain navy blue basketball shorts along with a gray shirt with the school logo on the chest area. 

            I sighed and rubbed my eyelids. I felt weak, and tired. Seeing Clyde and Bebe having sex had scarred me. I couldn't get the image out of my head. 

            There was no one in the hallways, the day had seemed to go by like a haze, not even knowing what was going on. My brain moving my body and nothing else knowing where we were going. 

           I put my shorts and shirt draping over my arm and I started to shut the door to my locker. When I saw it. 

           The photograph. 

            My eyes were crossed and she was had her tongue stuck out. Her beautiful blonde curly hair fell in front of one of her eyes, her eyes were facing the screen of my phone. But my eyes weren't.

          My face was facing Bebe but my eyes were staring at her face, her beautiful smiling face. Her wide lips and an expression that made it look like she was a model. She should be. 

           I paused for a moment and stared at the photo, an emotionless face. Slowly I dropped my Gym clothes on the floor and used that arm to carefully lift the photo out of it's place on the door. 

          I moved it to were it was inches away from my face, and I kept staring at the photo. I couldn't look away. I couldn't stop looking at Bebe's face and my face. I was so happy. My eyes flashed full of love and my heart was set in the right place, but Bebe's wasn't. I wasn't good enough. 

            I didn't feel angry for some reason, I carefully folded the photograph in half and stuck in carefully into my back pocket.  

         After I put the photo into my pocket, I closed my locker, shutting it and locking it carefully, the photo still in my pocket. 

           When I arrived at Gym, I didn't bother changing into my outfit, I only changed into the shirt and since I was already wearing a pair of navy blue shorts, I got away with it perfectly. 

            We were running the Mile in gym today. Something I didn't really mind. I was a runner and I was a hiker. I love the rush and the feeling of my lungs closing up and my lungs not being able to breath, and then stopping and feeling the feel of breaking your level.