the other one [h.s.]

Prologue:

I could feel the adrenaline rising as he sneaked a hand around her waist. She had her hands on his chest. And they stood next to her locker. Kissing.

Everything inside of me was collapsing and I knew the past few weaks were fake. The jokes, the looks, the touch. It was all fake, I don't know why I beleived someone actually understood me. I was useless. I didn't deserve her.

I turned on my heel amd went out of the hallway. As I was turning I caught her eye. How could she? It didn't sum up. But I didn't matter anymore.

I didn't deserve love.