The Real Me

To be honest, you do look cute!

"When I'm 'angry' people say to themselves 'she'll get over it' and move on...but what they don't know, is the fact in that mist of the time I'm not angry, I'm hurt...I'm hurt by the fact that, people think of me as a joke and sadly no-one cares...

(A/N these quotes sometimes have nothing to do with the story to be honest...they're just random thoughts)

Rose pov.

One of the things in my most hated list is attention-well second to Mondays.

I was never the fan of it. I hated how people stared at me, curious to unraveling my secrets, not because they cared but just because they were curious. I didn't hate it because I felt self-conscious or something, but it was the fact that nothing good can come out of gossiping. One gossip led to another and another to another and to another and that led-you get the idea, right?

I didn't like anyone poking their nose in my business. That was one of the reasons why I acted coldly towards others. They always pretended to be nice but they were back stabbing low lives that fed on ones humility and shame.

Sorry, too harsh?

Sure I did have my fair share of it, but like I said I didn't want it, I didn't need it-unlike some people.

Now I didn't mean to bring you down but that was exactly what I was feeling when I walked in school. You must be wondering like what was so different about today? Why were people staring? It was because I was holding hands with a particular person, a guy.

But Jay he didn't seem to mind the slightest, it didnt bother him, it was like he was immune to it. While I on the other hand wanted to run for the hills.

Their eyes trained on us. Some looking with shock-not surprising, I did have a reputation, considering the fact that I did slap a guy who tried to kiss me on junior prom, threaten a guy who asked me on a date-and not to mention my all time favourite- lit a 'poor' guy on fire who asked me for a quickie in the janitors closet-but mind you they weren't sweet in the slightest, one was a jerk, the other was a self conceited asshole and the third...well, let's just say he was the biggest fuckboy of the school. (Excuse my French.) Its still surprising, I didn't get expelled from school for that.

I loosened my grip on his hand when Jay turned his head towards me, his bright smile faltering and eyes lacing with concern. He knew I didn't like Pda, not that Jay considered this as it.
He said quote; 'Its not considered Pda until you get the 'D' in P.D.A.'
I didn't get the sexual innuendo of the phrase until he had ran out of grasp before I could hit him.

I saw a flash of guilt in his emerald green eyes, he was the one who practically forced me to hold his hand, but to be honest I wanted to do it to. Not that I would ever tell him that.

He tried slipping his hand out but I only tightened me hold and entwined my fingers with his. I did it for two particular reasons. One his hand was kind of a source of comfort for me and second, I may or may not have grown possessive over him as the a group of girls watched us and glared at me with envy.

I was never the jealous or possessive type, but there was something about Jay that made me want to be territorial of him. If Jay ever heard any or my thoughts I could imagine the smug smirk over his face, that I would be aching to slap off.

I don't even know why they would be envious? Sure Jay is remotely attractive with his sparkling green eyes and messy hair-okay I admit more than remotely, But still they never tried to approach him.

I turned back to look at Jay his eyes still lingering with a hint of worry, I smiled. He seemed happy with that as he swing our entwined hands back and forth.