So Sick of Love Songs

Chapter 1

'But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth'

"Next"

'I've been awake for a while now

You've got me feelin' like a child now

'Cause every time I see your bubbly face

I get the tingles in a silly place'

"Next"

'When I look into your eyes

It's like watching the night sky

Or a beautiful sunrise

Well, there's so much they hold"

"Next. Gah Kirsten, is all you have on your phone love songs?"

My blond friend smiled at me with the perfect teeth she was blessed with. "Love is such a great thing."

I starred at her not amused, my face blank. "Shut up."

Kirsten chuckled, brushing her loose curls behind her shoulders. "You're just jealous you don't have such a great of man like mine."

I rolled my eyes, "Trust me, I’m good."

I had a feeling this car ride was going to whomp... Stuck in the car with love struck puppy.

This is gonna be a long hour.

I began to pull on my seatbelt that was agitating my neck, feeling the compacted Bug was getting smaller. We were on our way to a district retreat that was required for all leaders of major activities. Meaning all actives that could possibly bring in money for your school, you just happening to be a leader for that certain activity meant you had to go. Kirsten was head dancer of the prep team and I was Captain of the soccer team thus we were forced to go. Granted I had been going since my freshman year when my sister dragged me along as a "learning opportunity," but I knew that she just needed a stand in as she snuck out with the Captain of the Baseball team. Even though she’s 2 years older than me we are practically twins. It was horrible but nonetheless mandatory.

Kirsten continued to smile as I turned on Beautiful by Ben Rector, plugging in my iPhone into her speakers. It was a beautiful song that had the meaning of the past written into a musical beat. One song that actually didn't make me want to pull out my hair as the artist sang about their 'perfect' love.

"You know one day you're gonna find someone who's gonna love you and you're gonna have to take back all those sour comments you've preached to me about how awful love is or how it never works out in the end no matter how beautiful the story is. You're a kill joy sometimes, you know that?" Kirsten had come to a stop sign now as a red truck pulled up next to us. I heard Kirsten giggle causing me to groan.

I felt the lock thing shoot up, stabbing me in the arm. I yelped pulling it back, rubbing the sour spot. I turned to glare at Kirsten but she was instead kissing her boyfriend Aden. I repeated the groan then opened my door to get out. I heard Kirsten call me but I was already climbing into Aden's driver seat.

"See you at the resort." I yelled as I took off in his jacked up F250.

The thing about me is I hate the idea and concept of love. My distaste for love is larger than the hate people have towards scorpions; scorpions are Satan’s toys sent to ruin the lives of humans. I hate love more than that.

It’s just a stupid pathetic thing that last for a few months then dissolves to nothing. I'm sure some love exists but honestly I have never seen any. My parents divorced, the constant heartaches my sister comes home crying about, not to mention the guilt of cheating on the 'one you love.'