Chapter 3: superiority

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter #2

~supiriority~

Devan's pov

of course she was already here. I don’t think she has missed a class since ive known her and she is rarely late I don’t even think skipping has ever crossed her mind. she has perfect grades in all her classes....but English but im sure that has more to do with the fact that the teacher hated her. she always has something to say about the statements he makes, she normally has a really good point too but he wont take it and he hates anything she writes because she twists the project to make it the same but better. he hates individuality and she thrives for it. she is one of those strong out spoken people with a broken soul.suddenly broken wing by martina mcbride was playing through my mind..awe shit now ive got this crap stuck in my head.

~~~Adella's pov~~~

gah! he’s staring again. I don’t even think he knows he is. I had just turned around to see where the teacher was and wondered who was humming one of my favorite songs-broken wing, and instead found Devin sitting in the seat behind me like he always did, staring at me like he always did and humming.

I don’t even think he knows I saw him, like it didn’t phase him at all that I cought him staring at me because he kept doing it but he looks so zoned out sometimes I wonder if hes just zoning out in my general direction and then I realize that, thats just wishful thinking, because he does it a lot. ok if he is still staring in 5 minutes im asking him what his fucking problem is....

fuck! he is. great now I actually have to talk to him. I hate talking to people.

“what?!“oops that came out a bit sharper than I wanted it to. but it worked he snapped out of it.

~~~Devan's pov~~~

“what?!” hhmm? wait oh shit! I zoned out thinking about her, staring at her, and apperantly humming. she cought me. and she doesn’t look to happy either , I bet she even knows I was comparing her to the girl in the song, or maybe its because I was starting at her? or because she actually had to talk to me? or both? Or all three? wait why am I thinking about this now shes waiting for an answer and here I am spacing out on her again.....wow she must think I am such an idiot. k well great now I have to act like a jerk. cuz I am most defiantly not telling her that I am obsessed with her. oh wow that sounds so bad and stalkerish.

“hmmm? did you say something ?” I put on my best ass whole/smart ass grin

she brought her self up straiter “yes for a matter of fact I did. I was wondering why the fuck you were staring at. I mean I know im hot and have an amazing body but there is no chance in hell I would ever even consider you so why bother thinking about it?” wow she said that perfectly, she has so much dignity and doesn’t really give a fuck so she can honestly say something like that and pull it off with grace. and she was right she did have an amazing body.

“ha! like id ever want you. your a bottom feeder and a freak with no friends and most defiantly no life.” wow I hated having to say that I really did. but by the look on her face she didn’t believe a word I said everyone in the room did though and she knew that and for some odd reason she was going to take that. was it because she knew she’d won? And she knew it and she knew I knew it?

~~~Adella's pov~~~

“ha! like id ever want you. your a bottom feeder and a freak with no friends and most defiantly no life.” ‘bravo, you can really pull the ass whole jock thing off I mean you should join acting you’d be perfect’ was what I wanted to say even though it sounded stupid, but by the look in his eyes he knew I won he didn’t mean a single word that he said where as I said everything true which he also knew.

every one in the class on the other hand thought the opposite but their all fucking idiots anyways I mean I could tell them the most ridiculous thing. if I said it about the right people with a good time and place they’d believe every word I said. so I just rolled my eyes in response turned around and put my headphones back in and pressed play ‘my immortal’ by evanescence was playing. this song explained my world. it explained everything about me it knew me. I started to paint. I didn’t know what I was painting I didn’t even have a color plan. I just was. by the end of class I had a peace of art that said so much I just about cried, it hurt me to look at it and yet I didn’t want to look away. Then I noticed it resembled the song that Devin was humming..... great. the bell rang and I had to get to my next class. uhhg! gym, I hate gym. and no im not one of those artistic people who cant do sports I was very good at sports actually i used play on the girls football and rugby team. we were doing track today I could be on the track team if i wanted to be, my gym teacher wanted me to be to. I ran, and fast to, I could go fast and far no problem. but not on a track I hate running on tracks or in circles the point of running for me was to get away and running around a track just constantly brought me back to where I begun. and plus I had to wear shoes. I can’t stand to wear shoes when im running. actually I just didn’t like shoes in general. but I ran every morning I always woke up at run at 5am and would go running I never spent anytime on my hair I just let the windstyle it,I didn’t need or wear make up either I have perfect skin and very thick long dark lashes. I always ran in bare feet I didn’t really care where I went when I ran I just ran it didn’t matter where I ran or how fast I went I would always end up back at that place I would always get flash backs of that night I'd aways end up coming bursting off that trail or some times around the corner of the block to the park but id only make it as far as the grass before I was on the ground crying grasping at my sides trying to stop the pain with no avail. I could never get away I always woke up screaming and crying at the same time every morning.

I learned to stifle my crys though because if I woke my father he would beet me.

every time I shut my eyes id see it all over again. I relived every moment of that night when I was at that stupid park it would be like it was happening all over again it felt like it was. I was stuck to watch my one true and only friend die over and over again. one single tear escaped before I could stop it but im sure nobody noticed and if they did im positive they wouldn’t care.


Submitted: July 18, 2010

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