Short Story

What Do You Not See In Me?

*Avery's P.O.V*

"Take a deep breath. He'll look your way" I tell myself under my breath, while my best friend Mason walks out of my reach and right back into the arms of the one who broke him heart only a mouth and a half ago And multiple times before.

One day.

I intake a shake breath and let it out with a huff before trails in the opposite direction to the bathroom.

Shoving the door open roughly and slipping my back pack off my shoulders swiftly while still walking, I was happy to see that it was empty, just how I wished my mind was...

"What does she have that I don't!" I ask myself in the mirror, but immediately regret even approaching the question at all to reveal that I knew the answer before I could even open my mouth to phrase it into words aloud.

Her wavy blonde hair that meets at her waist along with her blue eyes and perfect olive skin that compliments her freckles that sprinkle over her nose and cheekbones, while her perfectly toned body goes along with any outfit she could wear, with her perfect butt and boobs while she dresses like a stripper on all occasions.

But one thing she flawed was actually having a real heart to even have the capability to be in a relationship or even loving something more than herself.

I groan in frustration and take my eyes away from the mirror and sigh to myself, shaking my head.

"It will never be you Avery" I say to myself before looking back in the mirror at my reflection at my appearance.

I'm shown a girl with dark brown pipe curled naturally crazy hair with dark emerald green eyes, with natural tan skin and a birth mark on my left eyebrow, making only half my eye brown white and the other have brown and grey, while the birth mark seeps to my cheekbone under my left eye, almost like it melted and stripped from its spot over my eyebrow.

No I wasn't fat, but I wasn't skinny either, I was an our glass of a story with thick thighs, 'C' cup boobs and an ass for what I could say.

I clench my jaw and then unclench it before walking out of the girls bathroom, dragging my backpack with me into the empty hall that all just reveals the definition of speaking of the devil.

Mason and Veronica walk hand and hand down the hall with there backs to me while I roll my eyes and head in the opposite direction, even though I had the same class as Mason, I just couldn't stand to bare the sight of them being all lovey dove all up in my face.

I would actually puke this time...

"I'm done" is what stops me in my tracks and turns me around in a heart beat.

Veronica pulls them to a stop and drops Mason's hand like it was a crumpled up piece of paper being thrown into the garbage can like it was not good enough to be recycled, while her hands slither up into her bitch pose with her arms crossed over her chest while she leans into one foot, letting her hip stick out.

Almost looking constipated or like she was gonna pop a hip out...

She is trying way to hard to be the lightest bit cute...

"What?!" Masons voice cracks, his face dropping into a frown looking confused face.

"You heard me. I'm done, I'm bored with you" She says, like he was just a board game and realized she wasn't winning anytime soon.

I feel my face contort in anger, along with my balled up fists that read my mind, while my blood boils only ready to take this bitch down any second and before I knew it, my feet where pacing their way.