I've never felt more like hell in my life.
The fire inside of me was spreading all over, engulfing every inch of my being, and incinerating all traces of kindness in its wake. I felt the flames licking my heart, tugging it to burst out in anger, slowly burning me inside, waiting for me to scream at the boy who just came in.
How dare he have to audacity to just walk in like that? How dare he not even take my feelings into account and just leave then show up like it was nothing?
How dare he act all sweet and innocent to everyone? I should warn them not to get too attached or even attached at all. All he's going to do is leave them broken hearted, with no word on explanations or any knowledge of his whereabouts or if he died or if he left the country or went to space or turned into a dog or anything.
To say I hated Alec Kennings was an understatement. I despise him for all the pain an the internal, brutal war that raged on inside me.
"Ah, you must be Alec, am I right?" Mr John, our mathematics teacher, asked the boy who just walked straight into the classroom. Alec nodded, and smiled at everyone around him, smirking at all the girls who batted their eyelashes at him.
He did look different. Good different. Fantastic different. Absolutely hot as flames different.
He lost so much weight since the last time I saw him five years ago, replacing it with perfectly sculpted and extremely attractive muscles. His face became more angular and his big black eyes pierced through the room like flying knives. And his unruly, messy brown hair defied gravity and looked like a graceful mess of chocolate right on his head.
Oh, chocolate. The delicious food that ruined everything.
"Okay. Well introduce yourself to the class." Mr John said to him.
"Okay. Hey, everyone. I'm Alec Kennings, I'm 16, and I came from Florida." Alec announced. Pretty much all the girls sighed in awe of him. All I could see when I looked at him was betrayal. He was my best friend, my partner in crime, my other half, and he abandoned me for five years, without any information.
"Welcome to our humble school. Have a seat next to," Mr John scanned the classroom for an empty seat. Every space was filled, except, to my absolute non-existant pleasure, next to me. I attempted to lean over it to hide the seat from my annoying teachers' wild eyes.
"You can sit next to Skylar. She doesn't bite."
I internally groaned and he looked at me. Alec smirked, feeling pleased by my annoyance. See, he should be on his knees pleading for me to be his friend again but he isn't doing that. In fact, he's doing the complete opposite.
I swear, I hate him so much.
He walked over suavely, and placed his bag on the floor before sitting on the chair next to me. I took the oppurtunity to scoot away from him, trying to get as away from him as possible.
"Hey." Alec said, his face dancing with amusement. I looked over at him, and if looks could kill, Alec would have been dead thirty minutes ago .
I vowed in that very moment, with him smirking at me, and the flames in me burning wildly, that I would not ever talk to him. He left me for five years, without a word of where he was or what he was doing or if he was dead or anything, so I would not talk to him to make him feel the agony, the shattering, the pain of losing your best friend.
"How are you?" He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. I shook his hand away and I heard him laugh. It was kind of a beautiful laugh. But it irritated me nonetheless.
