I Hate Love

The Past

I curse as my thoughts rewind over and over Lucas' face. His perfect messy, light brown hair that sticks out at odd angles. His dazzling, white smile that forms the slightest dimples on his smooth, tan cheeks.

Stop it Isabel! My mind screams, infuriated.

Don't let it happen again. It reminds me.

Not again. It's not going to happen. The last time I opened up to someone, they hurt me, not just hurt me, they broke me. They broke the walls around me and once they were in, they trampled everything. My confidence and self-esteem were torn down, thrown and left far out of my reach.

It was two years ago. I had a boyfriend, we started out as best friends, then eventually it turned into love, or so I thought. I was happy, we had been in a relationship for six months before I found out about them. Them being my boyfriend and (old) best friend. I found them one lunchtime in the girls bathroom, kissing and everything in-between. I ran out and he didn't even try to explain his actions, he didn't fight for me, I was worthless to him. Then the worst part is they are still together to this very day, flaunting their relationship right in front of my face everyday at school. I was furious at first but know I have come to realise that it was my fault for allowing

another human become so close to me.

Anyway, I've only just meet Lucas, I bet he's a total dick when it comes to personality. No need to worry, he will be just another face when it comes to school tomorrow.

I hope.