Kimberley's POV
"Oh god" I mumbled under my breath as I saw her again. "why am I such a clumsy fool?!" She just smiled that little smile she does so well, as if nothing happened. Like it was a normal thing for someone to knock into her while not paying attention to where said person was going. (I really need to look where I'm going). She looked at me. She Looked. At. Me! And she smiled. It was different.
She asked me if I was ok and apologised for bumping into me. She laughed and said that she needs to pay more attention. She apologised to me. ME. I couldn't say a thing. All I could utter out was, "Umph! Uhhgh. I'm oh - kaay - yeeh". Her eyes lit up. She smiled again. She smiled at me. She did smile at me, right?
God, I'm such an idiot.Why would she smile at me? She most likely pities me. Yeah. That's why she smiled. A smile of 'pity'. A brand new 'smile', just for me. Great. a pity smile.
If she only knew the effect that she had on me. If only she knew all the little thoughts I had of her.
She was few inches shorter than me. Long chestnut hair. Slightly wavy. Dark, beautiful eyes. Those eyes said so much but never spoke a word, at least, not to anyone willing to listen. Beautiful dimples. God those dimples and she was
strong. Strong yet sensitive. Bold but so fragile. And her smile. Oh my god. The way she could shape that gorgeous mouth, into those smiles and the dimples on an enchanting display. I've watched her enough to take in her subtle
changes in gesture. I doubt she even knows about her different smiles. I doubt that she even notices me watching her either.
But back to her smiles. There's one when she sees her friends. Her eyes smile a tiny bit too and they twinkle. Her face opens up. It's welcoming. Then there's the smile she has when a teacher or someone gives her a compliment. Her eyes
shy away a little- as if she thinks she doesn't deserve the compliment. She blushes a little too. It's adorable. And when she's with him. That's different. It's a combination of her shyness and her openness. There's an inviting smile. A sexy smile.
I wish she would give one to me. But yet, at the same time, there's insecurity in her eyes when she's with him. Almost a sort of guarded expression; almost like she doesn't trust him. God, I hope that she doesn't. He is a typical footballer who probably has an achievement list stuck inside his locker about how many girls he had slept with.
But she loves him. she's crazy about him. ASHLEY. That's what they all say. I listen to all the idle talk in the hallways. All of the 'childish' banter about, 'who's dating who'. I don't want to hear it, but I do hear it. And I do listen. And I hate it. I hate the way they talk about her like she is some piece of farm stock waiting to be auctioned. I hate how they talk dirty behind her back and to her face, they sing their praises. Can't you see it? I thought you were smarter than that.
There's another smile she has. Although in truth, it's not really a 'smile'. It's when she's alone. No 'friends' around her, no idle chit-chat. And no him.
When she's alone, there's no smile. It's contemplative. It's curious. It's afraid. What are you afraid of? Why would you be afraid? I know you're stronger than me, but I'd defend you in a heart beat if there were any need. Even against him.
I love you.
At least, I think that's what I'm feeling. No, I know it's what I'm feeling. I love you. I want you. And I want you to see me with your smile. I want your eyes to smile. To sparkle. For me. when you see me. I want to bite my lower lip and shy away when you smile at me, the way you smile when you're with him. I don't want your eyes to leave me.
I want you to see me. To smile for me.
