"Brown hair girl!" I hear a girl close by.
She sounds mad.
"Hey!"
I look up.
"Yo Hispanic chick." she was staring at me.
"Yes?"
"What 'yes?', I wanna know what is up with you and Ronan? He's the player, the bad boy. And he's playing with you. You don't see that?"
She was blonde.
Really pretty.
"I don't like him."
"Then why the hell he hanging with you? You're a nobody, why would he want to be near you?"
"I don't know."
She huffed and walked away.
She was right.
I'm a nobody.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
