"Sorry dude, I didn't know this was meant to be a relationship, I thought we were just playing around," Dylan Walters said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Besides, you're not my type."
I blinked for a second, as my brain froze to a ball of blob. This boy cannot be serious. After all we've been through, after all the things we did, what part of that didn't scream RELATIONSHIP?! Then he has the UTTER CHEEK to call me "dude". This boy is obviously not serious, I thought to myself as I balled my hands into fists, fighting back stinging tears. I knew it, boys my age don't have respect for girls. STUPID 17 YEAR OLD BOYS. He was still standing in front of me as I contemplated beating the crap out of his gorgeous face. Cracking his perfectly shaped cheekbones, tearing his full, juicy lips, leaving a purple mark around his amazingly piercing Indigo eyes, hypnotising me... so intense and... wonderful...
SNAP OUT OF IT! He's a user, just like the other hundred 17 year old boys in our school. Why did I think he was different? I thought this would be love, but I don't even know the meaning of such a word.
After all that contemplating, I settle with this:
"Get out of my face. I have nothing to say to you." At least I had a commanding and authoritative tone of voice. Dylan looked relieved, as if he knew what I was capable of. He scurried out of my sight and disappeared in a blink. "So much for love." I mutter under my breath, utterly disappointed.
I knew I wasn't exactly the type that people go for, I was filled in the right places if you know what I mean, but I lacked shape and I was a little over the overweight boundary. My legs unnecessarily knocked together when I walked so I had a slight limp. My shoulders were quite broad and are not in proportion to my small, unadventurous hips, so I am visibly top heavy. My face was dotted with blackheads and spots, and it always left me feeling self concious... even If I am a very confident person. You could say that I over analyzed myself, but it is something that I can't help but do, along with other things such as beat up all bitchy girls...
So I stood there, in the midst of all that had happened, left in the darkness, not really knowing where to go from here.
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A/N: Well here's the first chapter, I guess... I hope it gives you an insight into who exactly Aaliyah is! If you feel a sudden itch to comment, vote, share etc.. PLEASE FEEL FREE! Thanks in advance <3
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Romance"Sorry dude, I didn't know this was meant to be a relationship, I thought we were just playing around," Dylan Walters said awkardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Besides, you're not my type." Aaliyah Miras- Leah for short has always forced herself...
