Point of View (Completed)

Fumi: 16

It's been like a month since I last talked to Tyler, and Gray never visited ever since. Good. I never wanted them to bug me anyway. I was currently stretching my arms, and legs before joining another 50 meter sprint. Not that, it would be hard, but if I don't warm up, I'd still lose due to cramps. My classes are back to normal, but this time, Tyler is actually in my P.E class, not much drama or anything interesting has been happening even with our classes. I walked over to the crowd right next to the start/finish line as I watched the Princes started to warm up. 

Tyler passed by the crowd of Princesses I am in and the girls started drooling.

"Oh my Thor!! How does he always look so hot?!"

"He's so awesome.."
"Ugh, I just want him!!"
"Eeek!! He's looking at me!" 

I rolled my eyes at their stupid brains. Tyler glanced over me, for a moment his stern look turned into a hurt expression but then his firm look returned and he positioned himself to the starting line.

Boom!!

And the princes started to run. Tyler, being Tyler, of course was the first ahead and was not slowing down, he made it past the finish line.

Princesses as usual were going to him, passing him towels, water, snacks and all. 

"Princesses it's your turn, cupcakes!" Coach yelled.

The girls went to their positions but I just stood their crossing my arms. Coach approached me.

"Ms. Swan. Aren't you going to go for the sprint?" 
I scoffed, "Should I?"
He shuffled nervously, "Apparently not, I admire your respect for other princesses. You may have your free time."
I turned on my heels and went to change into a blackish-gray long sleeveless that says "Good Girls go to Heaven, Bad Girls go Everywhere", paired of with tattered black jeans and emo punk boots. My hands were filled with black bracelets and I wore a silver skull necklace.

I quickly left the gym and headed to the White Garden, I always go there. The flowers says perfection which makes me feel miserable knowing I am not. But to me, miserable is one of the most comforting feeling. I get to let out all the pain by rage, but when I'm here, I let it out through sorrow.

I sat on the table as I swung my crossed legs back and forth, I hummed the tune of "Sad Song" Then the door opened.

"Swan." He said.

I didn't dare face him, but I knew who he was. I just kept on swinging my legs back and forth while keeping my back at the door.
"I need to .. tell you something." He added.

"Tyler. We haven't talked for weeks. What do you want now?" I asked clearly irritated.

He sighed, "I.. uhh... Never mind." 
I jumped off the table and slowly walked towards him, "Is this supposed to be a joke? What. Do you. Want?"
I was inches from his face. He tensed but didn't back up. I raised a brow at him but he kept a serious face.
I chuckled, "You love me. Don't you?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, "I... I do."
I turned back around and went to the dragon roses.

"You're even a traitor to your dead girlfriend."
"No. She.. knows."
"Of course she does." I said sarcastically.
"Myrtle. Please, just listen."
I faced him lazily and he gulped. He walked towards me.

"You are rude, selfish, greedy, and a horrible human-being."
I raised a brow.
"But, I have grown to love you as you are. I am willing to be anything just for you to accept me." He continued.

He took my hands, "I love you, Myrtle Melania Swan."
I chuckled and took my hands back, "You have feelings for me, alright. But you are not that willing."
I slapped his face and he went stumbling to the ground.