"I'm so sorry, Lydia," Hayden said. I could feel his eyes on me. But I couldn't look at him. Him, or his ugly face.
How mature...
Shut up.
"Whatever," I said coldly.
Hayden and I have been together for six months. I thought we were truly meant to be together. Every single day would be full of laughter and pure love. I thought Hayden felt how I did. But I guess not.
Considering how he cheated on me.
Smack him!
Shut up...
"Look, Lyd," He started, trying to wrap his arms around me. "I really am. It just happ-"
I pushed him away, not caring about the tears that were dripping down my face.
"This just happened? Things. Just. happened. You're an ass, Hayden. A total ass. And I never want to see your face again!" My legs shook, and I spun around before running off.
Drama Queen.
Bite me.
I ran until I came across a small playground. I don't know why I was there. But slowly, I sat on a swing and cried.
The worst part was, that he cheated on me with my best friend.
How could he do that to me?
How could she do that to me?
Smack both of them!
Maybe I fricken will...
Well, no. I don't want to go near either one of them.
And I disgusts me how I trusted both of them so much... And they stepped on that trust like a cockroach.
Btches.
That's it.
I'm not trusting anyone anymore. There's no point in doing so.
I sighed, and started to swing slowly.
"WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL, KIDS!" The principal screamed at everyone as they went into the Hell Hole called, "High School".
I glared at her as I passed. She just smiled widely at me.
She's blind.
No, just stupid.
True, true.
I went inside, and eventually found my locker.
#749
What's the combination...?
Eight, seven- No. Seven, eight-
Seven, six, five, you idiot!
Oh.
I opened my locker after doing the combination, and shoved my stuff inside.
That sounds so wro-
Shut up!
I took my cellphone out of my pocket and glanced at the time.
7:50 AM
Ten minutes until class started.
Panic! At the Disco TIIIIIMMMME!
Oh, yes.
I grabbed my iPod and slipped the earphones in, turning the thing itself on.
"I CHIME IN WITH A 'HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?' NO, IT's BETTER TO FACE THESE KINDS OF THINGS WITH A SENSE OF POISE AND RATIONALITY!"
Oh, the band is God.
"Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically, our marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast. So pour the champagne."
"Lyd."
"WELL IN FACT, WELL I'LL LOOK AT IT THIS WAY, I MEAN TECHNICALLY OUR MARRIAGE IS SAVED. WELL THIS CALLS FOR A TOAST. SO POUR THE CHAMPAGNE."
"Lydia."
"I CHIME IN WITH A 'HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?' NO, IT's BETTER TO FACE THESE KINDS OF THINGS WITH A SENSE OF POISE AND RATIONALITY!"
"LYDIA!"
I jumped, and pressed 'Pause' on my iPod, turning around.
Gee, you don't have to yell.
I glared at who it was.
Hayden.
"I told you I never wanted to see you again," I hissed.
"C'mon, Lyd," he smiled a bit, stepping close to me. I stepped back.
The boy has cooties.
"It's been two weeks!" He frowned. "Are you still mad at me?"
"When I said I never wanted to see you again, I meant it. So piss off." With that, I turned my iPod back on and walked away.
...Drama Queen.
Grrrr....
I sat under a tree.
Again, listening to my iPod.
But this time, it was AFI.
Oh, the varitiy.
It was lunchtime, but I wasn't in the mood to eat. What was the point?
Well, you're single, so you can get fat, if you want.
Yes, you're right conscience! There IS no point in eating!
I layed down and closed my eyes.
"Hello." A voice said above me.
"IT'S KILLING TIME AGAIN! PUT ON YOUR FACE, AND LETS PRETEND THESE KILLING LIGHTS WON'T KILL US ALL, AGAIN!"
The voice was faint, and soft, but I could still hear it over Davey Havoc's easily.
It was obvious who it was.
"Piss off, you asshole." I said, not even bothering to open my eyes.
Feisty, are we?
"Three A.M. on the city street, When the air is sweet, I've had my mouthful. But it seems that outside the screen such a pretty face often will look dreadful."
"..." I heard Hayden shift slowly.
"Go away!" I yelled, sitting up and looking at him.
... It wasn't Hayden.
It was Seth Myers. The hottest, most popular, guy in school. Not to mention the football team's Quarterback.
You're smooth as a rocky road.
That's stupid.
"Oh, erm..." I bit my lip. "Sorry. I thought you were my ex-boyfriend."
Seth laughed. He was smiling. "It's okay," he said, before sitting down next to me.
I stared at him.
Staring is rude!
I don't care.
"What do you want?" I grumbled.
Seth's smile faded. "Can't I talk to you without a reason?"
"...No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're popular."
"And?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Exactly!" I rolled my eyes.
The. Most. Popular. Guy. In. School. Is. Sitting. Next. To. You. And. You're. Insulting. Him. YOU IDIOT!!!
So?
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Go away."
You're so mean...
"Go away, huh? That's unique."
I growled. "Just please leave me alone."
OH MY GOD! LYDIA IS GOING TO BITE YOUR HEAD OFF! RUN AWAY, SETH, RUN AWAY!
"Seriously, though," he sighed. "What's your name?"
"If I tell you, will you go away?"
"Yep."
I looked at him. He was closer than I thought. I stared at his face... And those dark hazel eyes, that were looking right back at me.
I blushed.
"Well," he said.
"Lydia Grant." I choked, now staring at his hair. It was brown, and messy. Really messy.
He smiled again. "Nice to meet you, Lydia Grant." He held out his hand.
I stared at it.
Stop flippin' staring!
I can't help it.
He wanted me to shake his hand...
But I didn't, since I wanted him to go away.
No you don't.
I do.
No.
Yes.
No.
He dropped his hand.
"You said you'd leave if I told you my name," I muttered.
Can you feel the loooooove, tonight?
"I lied."
I stayed silent. So, he's just another liar...
"I hate liars." I said.
He frowned. "I'm sorry, Lydi-"
"Leave me alone. Please."
He sighed. "No."
"Why not?"
BECAUSE HE WANTS TO GIVE YOU SOME COMFORT-ASS!
Good god.
"You look lonely." He said simply.
"Well, I am, considering how no one is around me."
How emo.
Shush.
"Am I no one?"
"No..."
"Then you aren't alone."
"Whatever."
The bell rang.
Seth stood up, smiling.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said. "See you later, Lydia." With that, he walked off.
It wasn't until then that I realized everyone was staring at Seth and I. They were the whole time.
"Oh." I sighed.
He obviously was paid to talk to me.
Asshole.
I turned off my iPod, which was playing, "Pain" by Jimmy Eat World, and stormed off to my next class.
"Keep going! More. More. MORE!" Coach (the P.E. teacher) yelled, clapping his hands.
We were doing jumping jacks, but it sounded like we were doing something else...
Pervert.
You're the one to talk.
"Faster! You're all Juniors! You should be able to do it FAST."
I heard some people snicker. How immature.
Hypocrite!
Once again; you're the one to talk!
"Okay. You're done. Now! Onto running!"
Everyone groaned, and walked to the edge of the field.
"Ready, set, GO!" He blew his whistle.
Everyone started to sprint around the field.
1, 2, 3, 4! Who the hell are we running for!?
I don't kno-.
5, 6, 7, 8! Is this supposed to really be our fate? No! No! NOOOOO!
You suck at cheering, I hope you know.
I rolled my eyes, and ran faster. The sooner I got around the field, the sooner I'd be able to stop.
"Hi."
I screamed and fell over, startled by the voice.
Mostly because it was right behind me, and directed at me...
...I think.
Once again, smooth as a rocky road.
I looked up and saw who said hi to me. It was Seth, who was now holding out his hand to help me up.
Five more bucks, maybe? SMACK HIM THREE TIMES!!
I grumbled and helped myself up, starting to run again. He ran after me. "Lydia!" he called.
Oh! It's like one of those scences... How cute!
We're fricken running for P.E...
So? Run, Seth, RUN!
I ran faster.
Can't he just leave me alone!? God, choose someone else to pick on, you shallow-
"Lydia."
We were half away around the field, now. Soon enough, we'd be done running... Crap.
I broke into a sprint, and passed a few people. Eventually, I was in the front.
Almost done.
Seth caught up easily, though. Being a quarterback, and all.
"Lydia. Say. Something." He panted a bit.
He's fast, but he still got tired kinda easily.
Huh.
I shrugged, continuing to run until I made my way around the field completely.
I sat on the ground, panting.
And then he's going to come up to you, wrap his arms around your waist, and be all, "Lydia Grant, I love you!" and kiss you passionately while--
OH MY GOD, NO!
He's coming torwards me, though...
RUNAWAY!
Too bad I couldn't, considering my legs hurt.
He sat next to me, watching the rest of the class running past Coach.
He glanced at me.
Oh god. WHY?
SMACK HIIIIM!!
My arm won't move.
"You don't like me, do you." He stated quietly.
Good job, Nancy Drew! You solved the mystery! Lets go in the Inn!
He's a boy...
Who cares?
"I don't like anyone."
"Why not?"
"Because," I whispered.
"What was that?"
"I don't like people..."
He smiled. But, it wasn't a mocking smile or anything. It looked like he was amused.
Yes, it was obvious what was gonnna come next.
He's gonna burst out laughing, call me emo, and-
Why the hell do you think everyone is out to get you?
Shush.
Like I said, he'll laugh and say I slit my wrists (even though I don't) and-
"You're a quiet girl."
I blinked.
"I-I-I guess..." I stammered.
He laughed. "It's cute."
Cute? Awwww....
I blushed a bit. "Erm... Thanks?"
"Don't mention it, Lydia." He said, standing up.
It turns out, Seth is in all of my afternoon classes. And in all of them, we sat next to each other and talked.
And talked.
We got yelled at and almost were sent to the principal's office, but we didn't care.
I don't know why, but I was actually starting to like this guy.
And it was obvious he wasn't getting paid to talk to me. He wanted to. People stared, of course, and were confused why he talked to me. But it didn't matter. It made me happy.
Until the end of the day...
"SETH!" A girl called, running down the hall, right past me.
My eyes followed her, and I saw she ran up to Seth. Maybe she just wanted to say good luck in the next game-
She grabbed his face and kissed his lips passionately.
I could tell he was smiling, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Oh...
Of COURSE he has a girlfriend. Duh. I should've seen that one coming.
I ignored the small ping of jealously in my mind and walked in the other direction, to get outside of the Hell Hole.
It's not like I liked Seth more than a friend, anyway.