Peanut Butter Cups

11- Who

This chapter is un-edited.

Mystery P.O.V.

I sighed, running my lanky fingers through my hair. She was basically everything I wanted. Everything I needed.

She walked down the hallway with a bounce in her step. A smile plastered onto her delicate face, she moved off towards her locker. The locker near her boyfriends.

I adored her, this sounds so un-deniably creepy... But she was perfect. I've liked her since middle school. She noticed me, but that wasn't enough.

She moved over to talk to her boyfriend again, I saw her mouth move in rhythm to a non-existent formula. She was beautiful. But she would never be mine.

"You going to practice today?"

I shivered in my skin, knowing I had definitely been caught. I turned around to meet my 'intruder'. It was Ethan.

I coughed awkwardly before replying, "I, uhm. Yes".

I shifted my arms and decided to briskly move off to my locker. I opened up the metal box and threw my un-needed books inside. The first bell rang, signaling for myself to move into my first period class.

I've done some regrettable things, very regrettable things. I don't know if I'd take them back, though. People aren't given that option for a reason.

I hate it. I hate how badly I want her. She's everything I've ever wanted, but I can't have her.

What will I do.

The bell was about to ring again, signaling that I was late. I better get to class, or else the teacher'll have my head... If only.

I might as well go. Math was my least favorite subject, I'm sure Many others shared my opinion. I guess you could say I'm the stereotypical dead-headed, football obsessed, jock.

I didn't want to live like that, but it was the way things turned out. I wish people could see how I felt. What I thought.

I want her to know.

A/N

So, so sorry for not updating. I try to update frequently and that hasn't been happening... Sadly. I'll be bringing more chapters up.

This is short AF but it's mainly to show the thought processes of someone people don't normally notice.

~Daisy