The Way Things Must End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She dressed up for him, she made an effort in hope that he would look at her and confess he felt the same way as she did.
How was she to know it was all a lie?

Submitted: May 02, 2016

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The way 'Things' must end. 

 
"How did you do?" She asked him in awe, probably showing the whole school car park that she was hopelessly in love with him.
"Can't stay" he replied in a rush not taking a second look at her, 
"I just want to see what you got" she replied quickly in a panic, she was hoping to see him for longer than this, he flashed his exam paper in front of her just long enough for her to skim what he had earned himself. She smiled "well done" praising him, but he had already gone. 
She watched as he got into his dads car and drive away. Sighing she turned to her friend "That's over then", her friend smiled sympathetically "it's his loss, there is someone out there who will give you a second glance". Her friend had always been there for her since the very start, they met in primary school, year 4, and have been best-friends ever since. She hugged her friend and bided her farewell gracefully sitting into the car.
 
She watched as trees and streets rushed by her on that quiet morning, she looked at the mint green paper that was placed on her lap and smiled proudly to herself. 'I have done well' she thought to herself 'really well'. Today everyone got their exam results back and she had done amazingly, 5 B's 4 C's. She looks back up and tells herself off 'you should be super happy about this but because of him you can't shake the feeling of emptiness away' she once again sighed shaking her head, ridding any further thought of him, he didn't even look at her twice, he even walked past her heading to get his results, what was the point?
 
The thing was though she knew what the point was, she knew she was in love with him, his brown eyes that were imprinted in her mind, his smile that lightened the whole room, 'God the more I think about him the angrier I get, I think I'm starting to hate him'. She continued to stare out the window and watched the world pass by. 'I'm done with you, with all the giggles and blushes and lingering eye contact' she angrily concluded, "asshole" she blurted out, 
"Excuse me?" Her mum asked in confusion, she didn't know what to say so instead shrugged apologetically. 
 
It had been two hours since she got home from receiving her results and there was nothing to do, she grabbed her phone with a flash of determination in her eyes. ~congratulations on the results you got today :)
Oh and nice glasses! Xx~ she pressed send and waited. 
 
And waited...
 
And waited...
 
Four hours had now passed since she bravely sent him a text and she had nothing, not even a thank you, he never even asked how she did... They had been friends since year 7 and she always thought they had a connection, but now it seems as if he was leading her on. The feeling of anger, pain and heartache combined in her stomach, like butterflies you get when you are nervous, but these were angry butterflies, butterflies that could slice limbs off with their wings. 'FUCK YOU' she screamed in her head, storming down the stairs knowing she was home alone. She violently grabbed her phone and turned it up as loud as it could go putting her favourite band on shuffle knowing they could project exactly how she was feeling and make her forget all her troubles. The songs soon filled the room and soon enough she was lost in the music, dancing and singing to the classic songs, "you're not a hero you're a liar!" She sung from the top of her lungs, "stop fucking around with my emotions" she sung louder filling the lyrics with pure emotion and meaning. 
 
She kept this up for what seemed like forever, she knew it wasn't going to be easy to get over him (specially since he now wears glasses) "argh!" She screamed annoyed that he once again managed to enter her mind without warning. "Fuck you" she repeated to make sure she still had hatred for him. He will never understand or even look at her in that way, she knew this now, but she was too deep in his spell like a drug addition. 
 
A day had now gone by and she decided that bottling these feelings and then having a emergency dance party wasn't the best way to try get over him, she needed something more powerful, more productive... More... Meaningful. 
She looked at her phone and opened notes and started to type, words spilling out of her like a dance, almost like a waltz of her and her feelings dancing in perfect harmony. This is how she felt and no one could judge this. "Fuck you" she repeated one more time "fuck you, I'm a strong girl and I don't need you playing around with my emotions, making me believe we had something" she spoke as if this was a promise to herself, she smiled, "I can do this". 


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