He's always at the corner

Chapter 4

         hey guys this is Selina thanks for reading, this chapter is quite longer than the others because this was my favourite one. I hope you like it!  this chappie is gonna make you go cray-cray. If you have any questions with my other fanfics please just inbox  me  and i'll answer it two seconds later. Pramis.

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           and the time where that sun never sank and no one burned, and a country never held a rifle, I will not be here. But I was happy because at least I lived a life with my blood boiling to vapors every time he loved. And that would be you.   And I never regretted a thing

not even one.

 Chapter 4

She stopped. Everything did. She considered running but that would just turn out to be a stupid idea. It was ridiculous. She was just staring at him, or looking up at him. Doing absolutely nothing. Everything is sinking down the drain, and she was going with them. Everything, she was losing everything.

''Hey-- I said hey''

''I'm sorry''

''stop staring at me'' and he looked at her right in the eye. She wasn't surprised, she just didn't like the tone in his voice. Well, when did she ever like anything about him? She hated him to bits. At least that's what she thought so before, she wasn't sure now. She was confused, and she hated it. Because she was losing everything right here and now.

Then she thought about why she hated him. Then everything went alright, she guessed.

''Excuse me, but I'm not the only staring''

He didn't say anything. And Joan was then again confused. He just shot her a glare and walked out the cafeteria. By then Joan just wanted to tear his gut out of his body. She stood up and remembered every reason she hated his ass and added that with what he just did at that time, which stupidly-obviously threw fuel into her bonfire. because fires are overrated she thought.

Joan pin-pointedly knew her anger for he's always at the corner guy. And boy, was he getting weirder everyday, when Joan was walking down the hallway, he was at the corner and he glared at her like WWII was her fault. She knew her hatred for his pale ass. But she also knew what she felt towards him.

Petty, absurd, greedy and hopeless. That would explain her in a nutshell, at least what she was feeling. She knew she felt ashamed for staring at him. Every ounce of blood in her system knew. And she knew that deep there. And a little over, she knew that she was crashing.

Everything she meticulously engineered was crumbling into bits and pieces of forgotten and unwanted debris. She was drawing her own line back to the start. And she knew, every time her blood boiled when she saw him, she knew clearly, that she was also crashing down with everything she had built. Well, she wasn't crashing. And she knew that vividly.

I am falling

Joan knew that she was ashamed. But every person in the courtroom would agree that she did have the right to be angry at him awhile ago. Well, that would be if they didn't know that detail where she'd sworn at him. She didn't have to say that anyway, everyone knew nothing every person says in a courtroom was in fact not the truth, but an exaggerated moment they did live but then again, exaggerated. Ha. Humanity in words.

She knew she had the right to get angry at that moment, she knew that crystal. But why is she here in her bed sulking about what she had did twenty minutes ago? Probably because she forgot to mention that she had badly sworn at he's always at the corner guy.

Which reminded her that she had mentioned that already.

Goddamnit, Joan.

It was bad enough she stares at him for her own pleasure and wanting but she just had to swear at him. Joan didn't even bother grabbing a tape, she just layed there on her comforter, switching positions and mentally cursing the springs that would interrupt her train of thoughts. She turned to the window next to bed and opened a little creak to see if she could hear what he was playing, she did remember he was playing metal today. And their houses were only a house apart.