Eyes

Alexis

I stab at my macaroni with my fork, suprised that it didn't go all the way through the plastic lunch tray.

Look at them. Just look. I can't stand couples. Especially ones as "adorable" and disgusting as these two. Once again I consider throwing away my food and storming out, but yet again I stay still. Its the same thing every day and its getting so fucking annoying.

But, I guess I'm going to have to deal with it. Why? Because one half of the couple is my best friend, Lynden. Permanently on his arm is his girlfriend of 2 weeks, Sarafina. Honestly. What kind of a name is Sarafina anyway? I looked it up at home and it means "angel" in some language.

And "angel" couldn't describe Sarafina more. A plus grades, on the volleyball and basketball teams, an actress and I hate to say this but she sings just as well, maybe better, than I do. She's popular, nice, and makes friends with everybody. And what does she do in her free time? Guess. Just guess. I dare you. 

She volunteers with the elderly.

I mean, seriously. Who is that perfect? She's like a living, breathing Barbie doll and it makes me sick. I mean, people aren't supposed to be perfect. Its the way of nature. And of course she's breathtakingly beautiful as well. 

The only fault I have found in her is that she can't draw. Or do any form of art. And thank god. Because that's my thing, and if she takes one more thing away from me-

What am I saying? Lynden's not mine. Not even close. Sure, we've been best friends for 4 years but suddenly I'm tossed aside for this new girlfriend. They say girls are bad at forgetting their friends for relationships. Well, they haven't met Lynden. 

So, of course, I can see why Lynden picked her. I guess. If you're into perfection and all that crap. I believe a person has to have faults, and thats what makes them beautiful. So from my perspective, I'm the most beautiful person I know. Not that Lynden's perfect. Not even close. 

"Hey, Alex, you going to eat that?" Lynden's voice startles me out of my train of thought. I look down at my tray of what used to be macaroni and now just looks like orange goo. A thought crosses my mind about telling him no and garfing it all down, but I quickly slide my plate over to him before that becomes a possibility. 

"Thanks," Lynden says, wolfing it down in about 2 minutes. My stomach growls just watching him.

"Don't you ever eat anything?" Sarafina asks, not unkindly. She seems genuinely concerned, but all I can think is how much of a bitch she is for pointing that out. 

"Sure. I eat lots. I eat a ton before I come to school and a ton after, so I'm not really hungry here. Theres better food at home anyway." I lie, hoping she buys it.

"Well, that can't be healthy. Not eating for 6 hours then having a huge binge. I wonder how you're so skinny!" Sarafina says, laughing.

I wonder if she's making fun of me. I'm anything BUT skinny. I'm not the hugest person in the school, but I'm bigger than average, anyway. I manage a smile at her, and then look down. 

I hate this. I hate seeing them together. For some reason, they bother me even more than usual couples. I find myself glaring at his arm around her.

"Whats wrong, Alex?" Lynden notices my staring.

"Nothing." I mutter angrily, making a fist under the table. 

"Awe, look! The little slut's jealous!" A new voice enters our conversation. Tessabelle. The school's queen bee and queen bitch. I've never seen a high school student that looked more like a movie star. With red lips, golden waves and a blinding smile, she captured the attention of every boy- and even a couple girls- at this school.