by Jess Wyatt

Created on: August 09, 2010

Yet again, another horrible day.

We were all sitting in subway, which I hate. Seriously, the sandwiches in there are totally gross. The bread is verging on stale and the food practically screams out disease. But everyone was having one and, as always, I copied what everyone else did in a vain hope of fitting in and looking as if I was “normal”. I wasn’t normal, I knew I wasn’t, but they didn’t – yet. I hated having my face plastered with make-up, wearing tiny little skirts practically showing my knickers to the world, I hated smoking till I was dizzy (which apparently I wasn’t even doing it right) and drinking till I was sick, which right now I was feeling pretty nauseous munching on this utterly disgusting piece of cuisine.

I plonked myself down across from Iris (my best friend) and next to Harry so that the horrible taste of my dinner would fly to the back of my mine. When I was next to Harry I didn’t think of much else than the urge of me wanting to kiss him. As you can probably tell from that statement, I fancied Harry – a lot. But I keep my feeling silent even though Iris had told me on many occasions that it was pretty obvious I liked him. I was waiting for the day it would be obvious for him and then he would fall madly in love with me too, then we’d ride of on his big white… er… motorbike, have two babies (one boy and one girl), live in a big castle together and live happily ever after.

As I was daydreaming this contently in my mind, Phoebe pulled out a chair and sat herself down the other side of him. My mind lost focus of my fantasy as I watched her hand fall lightly on his thigh.

WHAT THE …

My heart was beating uncontrollably and my ears weirdly started to burn up. I wanted to claw her stumpy warty fingers of him. He was mine! Well… technically he wasn’t - but she knew! She knew I liked him! What was she doing?!

I took in a deep breath as I force myself not to jump out and attack her like a ninja. I told myself, “Don’t worry Harry doesn’t like her… He’ll push her away himself. And everything will be okay” I smiled at the fact that if Harry rejected her it would be completely humiliating, more humiliating than anything I could do… and he would… wouldn’t he?

“You look really pretty tonight” I heard him whisper to her.

…

No. This wasn’t happening. Please god. Don’t do this

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