The Reject

One.

"Why couldn't I be that beautiful." I mumbled to myself gazing at the billboards of the tall, beautiful, models, with their long silky hair. I tried to ignore my ugly appearance while walking through the streets of this energy-packed city as I twist the ends of my long, blonde hair, hastily walking through the swarm of people. Maybe they're right, the people at school, that I am ugly, and that I'm worthless and nobody wants me, or maybe they're just saying the nasty comments because they're jealous, which I doubt is the right answer. 

"Excuse me lovely lady." I hear a man bicker right behind me. I stop to smile turning around realizing his attention was not drifted to me but to a much taller, more beautiful girl, with the longest brown locks I've ever seen. I once again sigh as I quicken my pace trying to reach home. Was I really not that attractive? I bit my lip, trying to think positive knowing that at the end of the day it's going to be skill and not appearance that will get me far, but why is this killing me deep inside? Why do I feel broken?

"One, twenty one guns." I hum as I try to unlock the door of my apartment room. The building really isn't much to be honest with you, just rusty stairs leading the way to the room, a doorman who's pretty much drunk 24/7 and not to mention the gangs that live here. I continue humming the Green Day tune as I make my way to my bedroom dressing into more comfy clothes to rest in. I've had a long day of school, I finished my homework at the library, and now I think it's time for me to have some lazy hours tonight. Especially since it's Friday.

I grab my book "The Last Song" by Nicholas Sparks, as I lazily hop onto the couch in my warm fuzzy hello kitty PJ bottoms, and baggy Nirvana shirt. But as I keep on reading, I still don't get caught in the moment as usual, distracted from the loud music blasting all the way from the neighbours wall to the right side of the room. I groan throwing the book behind, and making my way to "his" door knocking as loudly as I can. The neighbours to my left were the ones who I appreciated the most, mainly because they don't spend most of their time blasting their music on a stereo to full volume. I've visited their room a couple of times, but all I remember us doing was just having a conversation for I swear only five minutes and leaving. I have to admit, for guys they're apartment place was more organized compared to mine. 

Finally the knob twists and the pale door opens, revealing a shirtless guy maybe two years older than me with black silky looking hair, pale skin, and beautiful blue eyes. My heart starts to beat a little giving me butterflies in my stomach, I must admit for someone this loud and clumsy, I didn't expect him to be this attractive. I've heard rumours about him, especially with his obsession with drugs and smoking.

"Uh, h-hi." I stutter as he puts on a flirtatious smirk, he lights up a cigar from his pocket causing me to smell the smoke drifting through the cheap halls.

"I'm Ryder by the way, I didn't catch your name." he says hypnotizing me with his eyes. "I didn't say my name that's why, and it's Gwendolyn by the way, but call me Gwen." I explain finally with a more convincing tone as I speak.

"New neighbour?" he asks me. I roll my eyes at his cocky tone, "I've lived here for a year now actually, and I'm glad I finally get to meet you, I hear rumours about you all the time. You know how gossip here spreads quickly." I explain as he raises an eyebrow and crushes the cancerous stick with his combat boot. 

"Oh, which floor?" he questions me once again, "Umm my room is exactly beside yours to the left." I say awkwardly. Silence emerges until I sigh and finally demand my request.

"I was reading do you mind just turning off the stereo?" I ask, but instead he chuckles as he invites me in right after finally turning off the stereo. I refuse at first trying my best not to be rude but  quickly change my mind not knowing what to expect. "Well here it is, my personal lab." he jokes, trying so hard to make me at least smirk. Walking into the room I smell the scent of cigars and whisky that spread throughout the living room and into the kitchen. I finally smile at the display of the Queen poster, but to be more specific smile at the display of these old vinyl records, and other pictures and posters of artist up on his walls. I catch him eyeing me up and then down, but I shrugged it off continuing to awkwardly look around the place. 

"You're extremely skinny." he comments randomly as I roll my eyes at him. I laugh, he must be joking right? "Lies." I mumbles with a smirk making my way through but he grabs onto my wrist. "That wasn't a lie I'm not joking you seriously are it's like you don't even eat." he adds on, I don't do anything but nod, because I refuse to agree with this obnoxious boy. "I'd say the same for you." I retort, which is somewhat true. I turn around and gaze into his mysterious blue orbs for awhile, looking deeply into each others eyes. My head gets caught into this trance he gets me into, as he starts to lean in our lips literally and inch away from each other. Just as they touch I push him off my chest walking my way back to room and sighing against the door while feeling my heart beat faster and faster each minute. Never have I ever felt that way till now, and I don't like the feeling he gives me.

"Eh I'll get her in my bed soon." I hear him comment through the walls, but I shrug it off, and decide to  just sleep instead.