Stardust

scene one: take two

In Which She Figures Out

There he was.

In all his short glory, strutting to the desk diagonal from her. She watched mesmerized, the muscles under his shirt as he does some stretches before sitting down. Realising what she was doing, her eyes dropped to her novel. Cold heart, remember?

But she couldn't in his presence. She could barely remember her right name, let alone her dislike.

"Hey." He smiled at her, wiggling his eyebrows.

No big deal. He's obviously wiggling his brow since the corner of her Veggie Straws peeked out of her bag.

"Hey," she said, chucking the chips in his direction. That was their thing and she didn't mind because it has to mean something.

However today was different. She was different. And it has to be if she plans on ending her weird like for this guy. She had come to term that he simply didn't like her nor ever would.

"So," he began, glancing at both her and her other friends. It wasn't any ordinary glance—no, his were intense. He had eye like Megan Fox, fiery, sexy and strikingly captivating. She could stare at him all day yet she dropped her head again.

And pretended not to hear him, she rested her arm on the desk, slightly turning away from them. Him.

They all fell into conversation about homecoming and the strip club. He was turning eighteen soon. Again, she pretended to being more engrossed into her novel than their actually entertaining conversation.

Stop thinking about him! She mentally scolded herself. But it was so hard to do with him right there less than a meter away.

She had to prove to herself she was stronger than this. And this was her merely liking someone she shouldn't.

She continued to busy herself with her book and other homework she had to do until the bell rang. And when it did she booted out of her seat as if it was on fire.

It wasn't like she could avoid him forever, he was in her next period too. Lunch. They didn't seat next to each other, she sat in a way he was always in her line of vision unfortunately.

She waited for her friend at the end of hall since they walk to lunch together. When she spotted her, her heartbeat returned to it's normal pulse. It was hard to believe her cold and cruel self melted over the years. It was her senior year, there was no time for nonsense.

It would be different if she wanted to just fuck the kid because that's okay for her. Yet, she wanted much more than her heart could bargain for. This seemed to be the second hardest thing she's ever had to conquer in her life—or maybe the fourth hardest.

And it didn't amuse her like the time she wrote tit instead of it in her essay. This brought an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Hello?" Her friend waved a hand in front of her face. "We gonna go?"

Blinking a couple of times,"Uhh yeah. Sorry about that."

She swallowed before following her friend down stairs. God, now she's spacing out because of a guy. This was worse than she thought, she was far in the crushing process.

"When you baking those brownies?" Her friend questioned once they found their seats.

"What brownies?"

Her friends face turnt up in a thinking manner. "The ones for whats-his-face birthday."

She scoffed because she knew exactly who her friend was referring to. She almost forgot she agreed to make him brownies last week, she was so eager to please then. What an idiot.

"Not sure." She said. The voice in her head had her thinking the opposite however, you like him. And she'd have the never ending battle with herself, convincing herself she didn't like him.

"I hope you do because I'd like some too."

She didn't reply to her friend. She felt worst than when she accidentally ran over her crotch. The pain didn't equal to the pain she felt now as she watched him from across the cafeteria.

He was smiling, she could tell he was joking around with his buddies by the way the whole table seem to chuckle.

And then she looked to her friend, who liked guys and girls. And then thought about how girls are so foolish including herself.

Hey there! I hope you liked this sadder piece, it sorta went with my mood. Its a continuation from the last scene, same people and stuff. And this also had some personal items in here so. . . yeah.This was inspired by Lana Del Rey song This Is What Makes Us Girls. I felt very much like a girl when writing this LOL and it seemed to fit the mood. And if you're knowledgeable about what makes us girls, leave advice for SHE in the story. *I am a girl btw just to point that out.  Anyways thanks for reading and listen to the song bruh!