I practically bite my tongue off in history. I mean, I should've seen this coming. I know that when Hayden stuck the gum on his chair she looked like she was being a jerk, but I know that she likes him. My girl senses tell me. But the worse part is, I think he likes her, too.
I exchange looks with Mason as they talk at locker breaks. I know he feels sorry. He shouldn't be, though. I should've seen this coming. It was hurling at me like a baseball. I didn't see it coming until it hit me hard. Now when I look at hi, I feel a pang in my stomach, and I feel hot and queasy.
No.
No, no , no.
This is going to end up like Isaac.
He fell in love with Allison.
No.
"Liam?" I ask, as we sit at the lunch table.
"Hmm?" He asks, holding my hand under the table. I look over at Hayden. She has a snarl on her face, lip twisted upward, disgusted look on her smug pretty face at Liam.
"Never mind." I say and lay my head on his shoulder, playing with my plastic fork. He smiles and sighs.
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We sit on my roof and we are gazing at the bright stars illuminating the sky, making it a dark midnight blue. We just stare, we don't talk. It's not awkward, though. I finally talk, opening up a sore wound.
"you remind me of him, you know." I say. Liam looks at me, as I observe my white converse.
"Who?" He says, confused.
"Logan. He and I were best friends. We hung out all the time, we wrote music together. He-He made me these." I say and finally show Liam what i'd been playing with, rubbing it with my fingers. A guitar pick, made out of an old iTunes gift cars, bent and torn at the bottom. On the back it has been written, "L&G" Logan and Grace. Liam smiles. " I thought I loved him. But he didn't love me back." I say, and Liam looks bummed.
"He played lacrosse, too. When I look at you," I look him in the eyes, finally shifting my gaze. "You look like him. Hair, face, eyes." He leans in closer. "But you're different. In a good way. I don't know what it is, but you're different than him. I can't put my finger on why." We had been staring into each other's eyes for eternity. He smiles and almost whispers,
"That'd because I love you back." He says and puts a hand on my jaw, tracing it with his thumb. I smile and I lean in, and as our lips press into each others, I feel electricity running through my bones. I see his fangs in my mind, but they are peaceful. I clutch the guitar pick in my hand, trying to contain my joy.
"i love you back." He says again.
Ha, Screw you, Hayden.
