I Love Him.
This might be a mistake
This might be a mistake. I walk into Social Studies class, head held high. This might be a mistake. I sit in my desk, binder infront of me. This is might be a mistake. He glances over, and tries to catch my eye. This might be a mistake. He opens his mouth when he sees I'm looking. This might be a mistake.
"Pansy.' He says.
This might be a mistake. I look away. This might be a mistake. I scratch my nose idily. This might be a mistake.
'Pansy, please.' I start taking notes.
This might be a mistake. He sighs. This might be a mistake.
'I'm sorry.' I turn to look at him.
This might be a mistake. I shake my head slowly, looking him in the eyes. This might be a mistake.
I've been obsessed with him for too long. I should've known this would be the result. I'm done. If he was sorry, he'll prove it. And you know what's sad. He probably won't. But, at least I know, he won't brag. Well, he won't brag anymore. I figured it out last night. I was listening to the druggies next door through the wall, when I realized.
They were talking about drugs, how they managed to score extra, for cheaper. Somehow, it turned to females, how many they'd fucked, and the woman's reaction when they never talked to them again. I'd thought, maybe that's what he's doing. Using me, to make fun of later with his friends.
But, if I stood my ground, if I didn't let it effect me, he wouldn't brag about that. This might be a mistake, but it's worth making.