New Perspective [Robert Villanueva]

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And by down hill I meant like a bicycle rider that couldn't get control of the pedals as he rode down the steepest mountain ever.

That's exactly how fast this went down hill.

First I saw my ex boyfriend, Evan. He was with his new girlfriend, Jenna. The girl the he cheated on me with. This happened last year and I sure as hell am surprised that they have lasted. They are the same person after all. A slob, liar, selfish. Wow how cliche could this get? Before they could notice me, I laced my fingers with Robert's out of pure instinct. His curious facial expression matched mine perfectly. Am I really doing this? Yes. Yes I am.

"Let me guess... your ex?" He asked with a slight smile that he tried hiding. I made a clucking noise, signaling that he was correct.

"Start laughing." He demanded. I looked up at him and just began to laugh because of what was going on. Am I seriously doing this right now? With Robert Rene Villanueva? Why yes. Yes I am.

"Ah if it isn't lil miss Alison and..." Evan's voice trailed off as he looked Robert up and down. I caught a glance at his girlfriend and saw her bite her lip at the sight of him. Slut. The tension in the air was as thick as wet sand. Weird comparison I know, but it's the best I can do. It made my lungs swell up and I started sweating. Nervous much? Very.

"Robert." He introduced himself and stuck his free hand out after wrapping the one that was intertwined with mine behind my back. I did the same to him so we looked real.

Jenna stepped in front of her boyfriend and hugged Robert. Well I don't exactly appreciate that gesture, but I'll keep my mouth shut. The only thing I did was shoot her daggers, to be nice.

"Well we better get going, I have to... help Alison later." Rob winked at me, leaving me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. Then I sighed and relaxed, this is normal for him. I should not make a big deal of it. His choice of words, actions, behavior. This is all natural to him. Why does this feel normal? Why do I feel safe, I guess, around him? You tell me because I'll never figure it out. The feelings I could possibly be recreating for him, frighten me. Wrong word. Frightening would leave me crying, shaking, cowering away. But in fact I am doing the exact opposite: holding his hand, allowing him to come with me.

Then again I have to remind myself that I don't like him in any way, shape, or form. He hasn't changed since middle school. Always had that same group of friends. Always attracting girls, especially Robert. He's always been very attractive, cute, hot, perfect. When he hit puberty he just became more of a man. And as the years progressed he became more obnoxious, loud, and selfish. He would come off as nice to every teacher and 'sweet' to all of his girl friends. But if he saw you drop something in the hallway, think again because he sure as hell isn't going to say a word let alone help you. And why senior year does he decide to finally talk to me? Sure we have talked before, but that's when we were forced to be put in the same group. And even then we only said a few words to each other. One time sophomore year I created small, super small, feelings for him. That ended three days later, because Lane just had to tell one of his friends who told Alex who- obviously- told Rob. Ever since the first day of middle school, when I saw him in home room, I knew for a fact that I detested him.

Before those two could answer us I dragged Robert down the hall and to the right. I pushed him against the wall only to have him not budge at all and contain his balance. He slowly leaned against the wall, carefree like always. With a roll of his brown eyes and a hand brushed over the top of his hair I knew I wanted to strangle him right there. Although I must say that the way he bites his lip makes my knees shake.