Post by Jayfoot on Dec 4, 2013 19:56:01 GMT -6
He sat in front of me and I sat in front of him. A smile, the smile that I hated yet loved so much, painted his face. He wasn't smiling at me though; he was smiling at someone else.
She was pretty. She had long hair the color of chocolate with streaks of honey that made it stand out. Her smile could make anybody jealous. It was so radiant, so bright and happy. I knew her; she and I were on neutral grounds you could say. But right now, I loathed her so much and it was for one thing: she was smiling at him.
I couldn't take it any longer. I looked at him dead in the eye. My fists clenched so hard as I said, "Care to explain that smile?" My voice was practically burning my tongue with anger.
He didn't seem to hear because he kept staring shamelessly at her. "Did she really change that much?" I saw him run his hand through his messy dark hair and lick his lips.
And that was my breaking point.
Without another word, I stood up harshly from my chair and walked away, out of the cafeteria where there was no him and there was no her. The <3 can go and stare at her all he wants.
I kept walking down the hallway. There, I let my anger slowly out. My nails dug into the straps of my bag, my hands were shaking with fury, and I was about ready to scream.
Then there were hands on my shoulders. They were like steel and I couldn't move. I tried moving away because I knew who it was. I'd know his touch anywhere. He didn't let me go. Instead, his grip tightened.
He turned me around to make me look at him but I refused to. I looked at the hall behind his shoulder. "Why did you leave?" He asked. I didn't answer.
"Are you mad?" He tried again. 'Well isn't that a big surprise', I thought.
He was silent for a moment. Then a small smile crossed his face. To be honest, it took everything in my body not to slap it off his face. "You're jealous, yeah?" He asked, but it was more to confirm it than ask it.
I glared hard. "Oh why would I be jealous? You staring at her like some animal that didn't eat for days is totally not my problem!" I piped sarcastically.
And he had the nerve to laugh. I clenched my hands even harder to keep control. He seemed to notice though, so he stopped. His face turned serious and even apologetic. He forced me to look him in the eyes. I had no other choice but to do it.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, okay? I was just surprised and shocked and she was smiling at me so I smiled back. I didn't know you would be angry with that. I'm sorry."
But I was having none of that. As soon as his grip loosened, I wrenched out and started to run away. He was too fast. He caught me like it was nothing.
And before I could scream at him to let me go, he pulled me into a hug. He mumbled his apologies like a million times in my ear but I didn't react. "Please talk. I'm sorry," he pleaded. When I still refused to talk, he kissed the top of my head.
That was the only thing I needed to calm down. I sighed. He took this as a good sign and turned me around. He kissed my forehead.
"I promise I won't be a stupid arse again, okay?" He told me. I slowly nodded and buried my face in his chest because he was a head taller than me. "Be like that again and I'll hit you where it really hurts," I threatened. To make my point, a punched him gently in the gut. He only laughed. He learned a long time ago that my threats were usually just a sign that I was forgiving him. "Alright," he murmured before sinking into silence.
So, he was a <3 at times. He would do something wrong that made me seethe and I would just walk away. But at the end, he'll always run after me, turn me around, hug me tight, and say sorry.
And I loved him so X much.
She was pretty. She had long hair the color of chocolate with streaks of honey that made it stand out. Her smile could make anybody jealous. It was so radiant, so bright and happy. I knew her; she and I were on neutral grounds you could say. But right now, I loathed her so much and it was for one thing: she was smiling at him.
I couldn't take it any longer. I looked at him dead in the eye. My fists clenched so hard as I said, "Care to explain that smile?" My voice was practically burning my tongue with anger.
He didn't seem to hear because he kept staring shamelessly at her. "Did she really change that much?" I saw him run his hand through his messy dark hair and lick his lips.
And that was my breaking point.
Without another word, I stood up harshly from my chair and walked away, out of the cafeteria where there was no him and there was no her. The <3 can go and stare at her all he wants.
I kept walking down the hallway. There, I let my anger slowly out. My nails dug into the straps of my bag, my hands were shaking with fury, and I was about ready to scream.
Then there were hands on my shoulders. They were like steel and I couldn't move. I tried moving away because I knew who it was. I'd know his touch anywhere. He didn't let me go. Instead, his grip tightened.
He turned me around to make me look at him but I refused to. I looked at the hall behind his shoulder. "Why did you leave?" He asked. I didn't answer.
"Are you mad?" He tried again. 'Well isn't that a big surprise', I thought.
He was silent for a moment. Then a small smile crossed his face. To be honest, it took everything in my body not to slap it off his face. "You're jealous, yeah?" He asked, but it was more to confirm it than ask it.
I glared hard. "Oh why would I be jealous? You staring at her like some animal that didn't eat for days is totally not my problem!" I piped sarcastically.
And he had the nerve to laugh. I clenched my hands even harder to keep control. He seemed to notice though, so he stopped. His face turned serious and even apologetic. He forced me to look him in the eyes. I had no other choice but to do it.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, okay? I was just surprised and shocked and she was smiling at me so I smiled back. I didn't know you would be angry with that. I'm sorry."
But I was having none of that. As soon as his grip loosened, I wrenched out and started to run away. He was too fast. He caught me like it was nothing.
And before I could scream at him to let me go, he pulled me into a hug. He mumbled his apologies like a million times in my ear but I didn't react. "Please talk. I'm sorry," he pleaded. When I still refused to talk, he kissed the top of my head.
That was the only thing I needed to calm down. I sighed. He took this as a good sign and turned me around. He kissed my forehead.
"I promise I won't be a stupid arse again, okay?" He told me. I slowly nodded and buried my face in his chest because he was a head taller than me. "Be like that again and I'll hit you where it really hurts," I threatened. To make my point, a punched him gently in the gut. He only laughed. He learned a long time ago that my threats were usually just a sign that I was forgiving him. "Alright," he murmured before sinking into silence.
So, he was a <3 at times. He would do something wrong that made me seethe and I would just walk away. But at the end, he'll always run after me, turn me around, hug me tight, and say sorry.
And I loved him so X much.
