Patsy watches her love fall apart.
| "You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's going off about something that you said
'Cuz she dosent get your humor like I do...
I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she dosen't like
And she'll never know your story like I do'
But she wears short skirts
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm in the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find what you're looking for has been here the whole time"
The words hit me from all around from the blaring speakers. The song almost brings tears to my eyes. It reminds me of my life. Angelique always the center of attention,whereas, I am always in the background, hoping my love will notice me for once. It never works.
I frown. Who sings this?
My thoughts of the lyrics leave as I see John sitting at a table inside the house like mansion. Seriously the house is huge. I bet it cost a good penny for Sam's parents to buy it. Her dad is loaded with his sports cars I'd swear he was going through a mid-life crisis. He's loaded.
John sits facing away from me. His tight shirt showing how broad his shoulders are. Some girls may call it unattractive, but I think it is adorable. A sudden movement near him causes me to look more closely.
John's friend, Darryl, stands with a huge grin on his face.
I smile. He is up to something.
He rushes out of the building, forgetting to shut the sliding door.
Is this my chance?
I swallow as much air as I can, as if it will help me push forward to tell John I love him. He jumps up abruptly and heads for the door. His eyes from this far away seem to be looking at nothing. Seconds later his eyes start scouring the party like a hawk.
I doubt he is looking for me.
The truth is scar that plagues me day in and day out. Why can't I overcome my obsession for him
He will never love some dorky girl who he thinks of as a sister.
The answer comes with such clarity. A smile forms on his face. It is like a calm gentle wave that pulls you to the nice sandy bank that awaits. The sand sticks between your fingers and toes in a form of complete and utter happiness. A Sanctuary.
The image blurs out of my mind. He is smiling at Angelique. The girl who has dumped him and left him in shamble.
I feel like screaming. I want to scream that I hate her. I hate Angel. I hate her so much that I envy her. It makes no sense. She controls the one person that I want. He is a puppet in her hands.
With me he is a guardian, shielding me from jerks like Dante, Angelique's new boy toy.
Angel dry humps Dante with no shame. She showing she doesn't care about the rest of us. She only cares for herself.
I wish John would have noticed that she was a user, but he didn't. I tried to tell him over and over again that she was going to hurt him in the end. Of course, he chose not to listen to me. I guess that is why our relationship has been strained for the past few months. The torture never stops.
I turn away from the revolting display of affection and glance at John. Too bad he isn't in the same spot anymore. My eyes quickly search for him. I watch as his yellow shirt turns the corner into the shadows.
My mind freezes up. Should I follow him? This may be my last chance. I probably will never have the guts to do it.
I make up my mind. Weaving through the crowd of my classmates, I rush to follow John into the darkness.
****** The song lyrics used above are from a song called "You belong with me" by Taylor Swift. It gave me a lot of inspiration in writing this part.******