There's supposed to be some big reveal on how I didn't know him and never noticed him. Well, that was it. I saw him across the lot. When we made eye contact, my world stopped, those few seconds felt like an eternity. After breaking eye contact, I walked to my locker. I grabbed my supplies and headed to class.
The day seemed endless, yet it went by quicker when I lost myself. That's what I always try to do- loose myself that is. My theory is that if I lose myself just enough, I won't have to face reality. I can never lose myself as much as I need to or as long as I need to, I always come back to reality. Reality isn't actually that bad.
I'm sorry, I'm just getting off topic again. Anyway, you know how I said the day seemed never ending, well that's because all day I noticed him, every where I went, he was there, almost as if he was stalking me. Stalking me!? That's absurd- crazy even. Right?
I'm really bad at telling stories. I almost want to restart, but this needs to be how it is. I have to write it like this. I have to make it like this.
Him, he, his, anything to do with him quickly became a part of me and who I was. I don't think that it was healthy, but its not like I cared when it happened. God, he became the center of my world. He became more than that, he became the oxygen I breathed. I'm making myself sound weak aren't I? Oh well. That's how I felt, I couldnt live without him.
Our first encounter was nothing like I had imagined it would be.
I walked through the halls and dropped my things off, that I no longer needed, at my locker. I was headed to lunch, nothing unusual about that. Everything was going smoothly. I walked through the corridors, headed to the lunch room when suddenly I was collided with. As disorientated as I was, I had to brush it off and pick up the few things I still had with me that dropped. I could see the shadow of the person I bumped into, they were still standing. I must've bounced off of them. It was then the person leaned down to help me gather my things. As well stood up and he handed me my things I realized that it was him.
"Hey, you might want to watch where youre going, you don't need to rush." He said in a concerned voice.
"Right, sorry about that."
"Dont be sorry baby girl. My name's Grey."
I stood in silence, just looking into his grayish green eyes.
"What's your name?" Grey questioned
It was then that I realized he had been holding my hands in his, I pulled away awkwardly and replied, "my name is Skyler."
"Oh really? Well, I'll see you later tonight baby." And with that he left.
I was left in confusion, he called me pet names when he didn't know me and now was going to see me later? This boy was going to be a major mystery.
I didn't know it then, but I should've never talked to him again. This boy was going to ruin me and I felt it- somewhere deep down I knew this was all bad. I didn't care then and I honestly don't regret letting him destroy who I was, I wasn't any better about that, but that's a different story.
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A/N I'm super sorry for this shit content. I'm trying to figure out where to go with this, I have a basic plan, but I've gotta put it together in my brain first, so this might be the last update for a few months so I can write it and give y'all regular updates
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Why Him?
Teen Fiction"Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "You talk about him like he put the stars in the sky." "That's the thing about love isn't it? You'd let them get away with murder, even if it was your own."
