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You saw him as he did the customary golden walk down the corridor.
His hands were in his jacket, a playful smirk on his lips.
You forgot your maths assignment on the ground when your eyes met his.
Your cheeks tinted pink when he grinned.
You couldn't believe that he smiled at you.
Maybe he remembers you more than you thought.
After all you tutored him for two months.
He walked towards you with purpose.
You couldn't help but fidget in nervousness, fishing your minds for questions.
You rose your hand in a awkward hi but he moved past you.
You frowned at him
When you turned back you saw her. Like a diva from a cliche teen novel she stood near the lockers, her floral dress lightly swaying .
He completely ignored you when he took her hands and moved away from the crowd. You stood there standing in the crowd blankly watching their retreating figures.
It should have hurt but it never did after all it wasn't the first time. Nor the second or third. You should have wept and screamed while running to the washroom. You did none.
You picked up the scrambled papers and moved forward. You ignored your stinging eyes and the continuous "are you okay?" from the crowd.
You hated yourself for not being her. You hated yourself for still pinning for him, when she always had him.You hated yourself for feeling insecure each time you thought of wearing a mini skirt for him to notice. You hated yourself for making a scramble of your curly hair as you tried to straighten it like her. You hated yourself each time you would be bombarded with teases from boys for wearing a tube top while they ogled at her when she did the same.You hated the time when you threw up in the cafeteria for starving yourself to get a figure like her.
There was no use in holding on to dead stars. You had learned that a long ago
You really did hated yourself. But you hated her more. Much, much more.
There was a limit to everything- but you couldn't say the same for what you possessed for her.
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The Blonde Bitch Syndrome
Teen Fiction[ O N G O I N G ] "They are blondes. They are bound to be bitches. Right? " - Previously known as "Pretty Faces". - Status: Raw Draft
