By Chance You and I?

Falling Apart

*Bre's POV*

I keep finding things wrong with me. I look closer at myself and I whisper to myself "No wonder no one likes you"

I feel my eyes fill with water and a tear fall down my face. I grab a pepper towel and wipe my face. I'm not going into the gym crying.

I hear footsteps toward the bathroom. I go into a stall and lock it. I just stand there and think about nothing.

"Hello?" I hear an unknown voice say.

I'm still just standing there. I think to myself just say something idiot! I manage to say the words "Who's out there?"

"It's Lana. Are you okay?" She seems really concerned...

"Yeah I'm fine. I'll be fine anyway.." I trailed off at the end of my sentence. I don't think she could tell though.

"Ok just wanted to make sure" I hear her leave the bathroom. I didn't notice while I was talking but my cheeks are wet and I was crying.

I walk back into the gym and act like nothing happened. I walk by Tyler and flip him off. He act like he's hurt and e doesn't know what he did. I know he does. I'm not talking to him ever again. Dylan's staring at me. I start to tear up so I just sit there staring off into space. Coach breaks the silence "OK! Time for warmups!"

I start to do sit-ups but I can't stop looking over at Dylan. Ugh. He's so athletic. I'll never be good enough. As I'm staring and thinking and I come back to reality, I realize he's looking at me weird. I feel my face get hot and blood rush to my face. I don't look at him again until the class migrates to the bleachers. I sit down near the top, as always. He's sitting with the cheerleaders and football players. He's so popular and I'm just me.

We end up playing volleyball and of course he ends up on my team. I'm not athletic at all so it's embarrassing. He's in the front and I can't stop thinking about how he feels or if he ever thinks about me. I get knocked back into reality by a volleyball to the face. Everyone laughs. They all look at me. My face feels hot again. I can tell I'm blushing. I look at Dylan and he's dying laughing. He redoes what I looked like when I got hit. His friends laugh. I run to the bathroom again. I hear a voice.

"You don't have to cry! I was kidding!"

I guess I was tearing up over there. I don't know who it was but at this point I don't care. I don't care about anything. I'll be fine with no one.