"I didn't think you were in this class..." I exclaimed, my body filling with heat as hot as the core of the Earth. Hell, my body WAS the core of the Earth.
"Schedule change."
I looked away as to hide my cherry red cheeks.
"Also, I'm sorry I didn't move my leg sooner. I was caught up in my work."
Instead of saying something witty like "we have work?" or "you actually pay attention?" with a little giggle at the end, I just said "Oh."
His focus returned to the board. A million options of what to do next scrambled in my mind, but one stuck out.
"Just go to your desk. He doesn't care about you anyway." My mind convinced me.
I sat in a desk far away from him. I wanted to save myself the embarrassment of trying to talk to him again, but my eyes kept drifting back to his gorgeous essence. "Of course you stare at him, Kristen. What were you thinking? You wouldn't? Yeah right, that never happens with you." My inner conscious seemed to scream. I glared back at my binder and pencil bag. Or should i say two pencil bags, one for cosmetics of course. That was it! Cosmetics. I decided to pull out my expensive, designer, stilla "forever your curl" mascara. I purposely dropped it towards JC's direction. As I watched it roll, I immediately regretted this action.
I DON'T LIKE JC.
Omg. What was I doing? Was I literally trying to impress him with my expensive mascara? Trying to get him to pick it up to see how rich I was?
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I fumbled around in my chair. I couldn't reach it. I shot a glance at Seth, a boy sitting next to me. I gave him the "please get me my mascara. Omg I really fucked up" face. His expression was like a brick, showing no emotion on whether he was willing to help me. I pleaded a bit more with a lip turn over. He finally moved to retrieve my mascara. HALLELUJAH. He tossed it back to me as all my worries flooded of my shoulders, for now. I responded with a quick, "I love you, Seth!"
His face still stood emotionless. Oh Seth, I love that boy.
I looked back at JC to see if he had even noticed the little incident. But no. He was too focused on the board. My shoulders sagged as I realized he hadn't even looked at me since I almost had a brawl with him over moving his foot out of the fucking aisle.
Luckily, at this point the bell rang. I rushed out of my class as fast as my feet could carry me. I passed Harley. Her eyes were swelled red as a crowd surrounded her.
"He is so mean!" She screamed, looking around the halls to make sure everyone heard her.
"Hey, babe, I got this. Who did this too you?" Zayn remarked with a little smirk but stern, focused eyes. Zayn is her boyfriend. Her glorious soon-to-be Hollister model boyfriend.
"Kaleb. Kaleb did. He always bullies me constantly!" She yelped, with mascara stained eyes.
"He's going to pay for the pain he has caused my babe,"
Her tears automatically stopped. "Thanks, hun." Her eyes glimmered with evil.
She locked eyes with me for a split second.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Fuck my life.
Her body seemed to speak the language of hate. Her hip swayed to the side, shifting her weight into it. Her arm glided up to her waist. And her eyes told a story of cold, disrespect for life.
I flashed a fake smirk at her, trying to burn my gorgeous, white toothed smile into her one weak point of self-esteem.
I barely noticed her reaction, but I knew it would be the eyebrows of pissedness-- if thats even a word.
After I turned the corner, my depression stabbed me in the heart. That attempt to show Harley up, failed. All of a sudden I was weak. I couldn't describe the pain my body was enduring. My eyes welled up with tears of sadness.
That situation was stupid as fucking shit. HARLEY was stupid as fucking shit. She didn't deserve the attention she oh-so craved.
Whatever.
I just needed to smile.
I painted a twisted one onto my burnt cheeks. As i turned the last corner before my teachers room, I began to melt down. This fake smile couldn't do me well. I came into class noticing all my friends had taken seats next to each other, and not saved one for me. Typical. Whatever, didn't piss me off. Or did it? I don't really care anymore.
The teacher began rambling out the directions for the next team assignment. I could feel my eyes searing with hot tears. I looked down quickly, avoiding any eye contact with my fellow team members. I could feel their disapproving eyes glaring through my layer of self-esteem. Once our teacher finished spilling information out of her peep hole, I scurried up to her with eyeliner flushing down my cheeks in wavy lines of tears.
"Bathroom?" My voice wavered.
"Uh, sure?" She said as her forehead crinkled into a thousand folds.
I bolted out of the room before anyone else could notice my current state of being.
I glared into the mirror, my reflection screaming words of hate right back at me.
Harley DID deserve the attention; she was worthy of people's love and warmth, while I was not. I had nothing important in my life.
No light. No love. No happiness. No nothing.
A single tear fell off my cheek and dropped into the sink. i watched it flow down into the drain at the base. Soon it appeared as if a typhoon of tears was swelling, growing, in my eyes as emotions flowed throughout my body, sending waves of anxiety to every inch of my skin.
Bing!
"Bing?" I murmured to myself.
I reached into my pocket digging to find a good grip on my phone. I pulled it out as the lock screen lit up. At the top of all of my app notifications was one simple text. One that could possibly ruin, or make, my day.
