CHAPTER 1:
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.
CHAPTER 2
Cheryl's POV
There she goes again, making us happy and all tingly inside in a way inhumanely possible. I always look for her,hoping to catch a glimpse of her. When I don't see her I find meself feeling irritable. I find meself feeling... lonely, unhappy? Does she make us happy? But I don't even know her! How can someone I don't know make us happy just by the sight of them?
Even when I'm not thinking of her, me thoughts seem to find her somehow. I see her everywhere in me imagination. In me mind, I always have her there. It's perfect in me mind. She wants us there... she needs us there. But in me reality, I always look for her. I always long for her. Always searching but never quite finding her there. And I want her...
But I saw her today, walking blissfully unaware of me affection down the corridor. I saw her move, she looks so beautiful, I can't think of a better word to describe her and I couldn't stop myself wanting her more badly than before. It was like me body and me thoughts were different, yet the same. Trying to avoid her and wanting to be close to her all at once. I just felt like I had to do something, to make some sort of 'contact'. Any contact. So I did the first thing me thoughts suggested - I bumped into her.
There was contact. I finally felt her. I felt her touch us. It was electric. Her notes flew up all around us and slowly floated down to the floor. She looked shocked and bewildered as she stared up at us. And her eyes, they sparkled. Then when they saw us, they grew darker suddenly. Is she mad at us? Me mam's eyes always do that when she gets mad – they get really dark and moody. Why did I bump into her? Damn you thoughts! Damn you body!
Here's the thing, when your thoughts and your limbs suddenly mesh into one, you end up doing some crazy things. Take us for instance. I could have done so many things at that moment. I could have been cool and calm in front of
her. Instead, I had to smile. Out of all the foolish things I could have done. I did that.
God, I'm a fool...
What would she possibly see in us? The stupid smile I gave her must have looked atrocious. I bet she thinks I'm just some stupid girl with a horrible smile who knocks random people over when they feel like it and laugh about it afterwards. I had to correct meself somehow. I apologised quickly. I tried to make it seem like an innocent mishap. She still looked flustered though. She must be upset. Maybe I hurt her? God, I hope I didn't hurt her. She looks so delicate. She's not speaking properly. She must be mad at us. All I could do was smile at her again with me silly smile... God she looked so beautiful...
I noticed her the first day she started at our school. The moment I saw her, I felt something. She seemed so vulnerable. She looked so embarrassed when her mam kissed her goodbye. I thought she looked adorable. All I
wanted to do was protect her from everything. I wanted to keep her safe... close. To us.
I just wanted to be near her.
The first thing that struck us about her was her eyes. Her eyes were amazing. A light blueish grey, which seemed to calm anyone who looked into them. I loved her eyes.I loved the way her eyes seemed to change colour in different types of light. She was a little taller than us. Her full lips and her beautiful curves made us often check her behind for wings. She always looked so sexy to us.
The thing that made me delirious with envy was that a lot of the boys seemed to think the same thing too, even me bestfriend Ashley thought that. But how could I hold it against them? I mean, look at her. Who wouldn't want to be with her? Who wouldn't want those deep eyes of hers to be focused on them alone?
I wanted her.
She was so unassuming. Me curvy "goddess". I laugh at it now. I don't think she even realised all the attention she was getting from all the boys. She always seemed to be focused on something else... Oh God. Did she have a "someone" else? I started becoming increasingly jealous of this mystery "someone else" to the point where it was driving us slightly insane. Then I chastised myself. What right did I have to be jealous in the first place? She didn't belong to us. She probably didn't even know I existed.
...But oh my, how I wanted her to be mine. Desperately. I want her to want us. I want her to love us, they way I love her.
I want to be the one she smiles at. I want to be the one she blushes for. I want to be the one she wants.
