A Chaotic Type Of Beautiful (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 12- Ocean Eyes

I'm waiting for Will, on the bleachers outside, watching him practice football. He said that the practice wouldn't take long, and at the moment, I'm doing a mixture of admiring him, reading Mrs. Dalloway and procrastinating.

He's not bad at sport. In fact, he's the complete opposite - he's amazing. I don't think that I can even run a lap without wheezing.

Or collapsing.

... Shut up, brain.

I look up from my book and shield my eyes from the sunlight. Me and the outdoors don't mix that well, hence the pale skin. Adjusting my glasses (they always seem too loose), I close my book and put it in my bag, giving in. Intently, I watch Will and the game. He scores a goal and runs his hand through his hair. I almost die when he turns around and winks at me.

Then, a (stereotypically blonde, probably fake blonde anyway) cheerleader wraps her arms around Will's neck as all of his friends make ooh noises and surround him.

I feel sick.

I don't want to watch what happens, but I don't want to make assumptions as to what might happen. Should I leave? Why should I? I said that I'd wait for him... I don't want to be like those stereotypical characters that everyone despises in books.

Maybe I should just wait. Yup. That's what I'll do. It's not as if they're...

Oh.

Ohhh.

Okay then.

Welp.

Damnit brain!

The blonde cheerleader was leaning into Will and kissing him. I start coughing. I don't reach for my inhaler, and just watch everything unfold. It feels like my heart is slowly breaking.

I never really understood the word unfold. Now I do. I feel like a beautiful paper crane (minus the beautiful part), that's been unfolded and then ripped to pieces and drifted to the ground slowly, in paper snowflakes. It's coming undone.

I feel like I should leave.

But it's not as if they're getting any privacy anyway.

I watch Will pull away. I expect him to be angry, maybe, or if not at least happy. He doesn't even look confused. The cheerleader hugs him and runs away happily to her friends, laughing, waving at him. He just stands there. He looks numb.

It's only when he looks at me that I can tell how he feels. Immediately, as he looks at me, at my confused facial expression, his facade crumbles.

He looks like a man who's just lost everything.

Why does he look so sad?

I can't help but feel hurt. My eyes are stinging from the cold wind and the false feeling of him betraying me, and after all of that, he's not even happy! I wouldn't mind at all if he kisses anyone he pleases, as long as it makes him happy. After a few seconds, Will replaces his facial expression for something plain. But I can see a glint of a feeling in his eyes. I just can't tell which one.
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Will turns off the radio in the car and turns on the ignition. His fists are clutching the wheel so tight, they're white and he's avoiding my eye contact. It soon comes to my realization that he's angry at me. "I'm sorry if there's anything I did wrong, but it would make it easier if you at least spoke to me." I say honestly, folding my arms.

Will starts driving, ignoring me. "You know, in the normal circumstances, I'd be happy that you're keeping your eyes on the road, but I have a feeling that you're that kind of person who would drive with their eyes closed. Honestly." I say, again. Gosh, he's talkative, isn't he?