A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter nine

*her perspective*

I looked at him I tried not to notice how toned he was. But it was really getting to me. Does he still want to be with me, even of he never really remembers what we shared?

"Um may I ask what your favorite color is?" He said eyeing me over. I felt exposed so I pulled my hood on.

"Pink.... And blue" I smiled a bit but quickly turned to a scowl when he tried to look at me more.

"Ooh pretty." He got off the metal toy and walked closer to me.

"Yep... Um what's your favorite food?" I asked him

"Um noodles." He smiled a crooked grin.

"What about yours?" He moved closer

"Honey walnut shrimp." I smiled to myself

"Um well do you have a boyfriend?" He moved closer we were only inches apart and he tucked a peice of hair behind my ear.

"Um n-no." I stumbled over my words. He gave off warmth

"Good." He leaned in. Our lips shared a quick touch, tingles rose through my body and spread to my fingers as he caressed my face, it seemed like a thousand years but in reality it was almost a second. My mind started going in a haze, but then reality hit me.

"But you have a girl friend." I poked his chest and pushed past him, bringing one of my fingers up to run across my lips as I smiled to myself. It really was magical.

"B-but no wait come back." I instantly got sad, whenever he stutters it means he is hurting emotionally or physically.

I whipped around. "No I don't want to be the girl that you cheat on and break another girls heart. Don't talk to me again." I pushed him and walked back from where we came from walking past his house. I heard foot steps behind me and walked faster until I was soon running.

"Wait, Molly come back!" He yelled at me

"Don't tell me to wait! Your just being nice to me because you want to know my secrets and tell them to your little girl friend so no one will ever like me... Ever! Your just pitying me. And I don't want your pity I want the real jasper back!" A tear slid down my cheek I knew it was the truth but it still hurt to know I was a child only a mother could love, only once has a guy ever loved me and that was him, but that was in another time. and I was abused because of it. Because I was unwanted.

"No no no that's not true... I like you." He tried to brush my arm but I jerked away and wiped a tear from my face

"I can't believe you... I won't." I ran away drowning in my tears and sarrows.

I think he ran after me a bit but then gave up. I ran and snuck into my window. I cuddled up with a worn blanket that my birth dad had given to me at the age of five. The red roses carried all my tears. All my tears fell down my face like a gushing gutter. I felt hopeless. Like no one would like me or love me in my whole life. I was useless to the world. And would never be recognized... I cried myself to sleep.