You jump out of your car and, hiking your backpack up on your shoulder, you say good-bye to your mother. You make your way through the quad, maneuvering your way around the clusters of people dotting the way. Turning a corner, you see him. He stands with a group of his friends, cracking jokes and smiling. You take in the sight of this for a moment before waving your arms and calling his name. He turns his head, the soft brown hair that curls at his neck swishing as he does so. He smiles as he sees you coming, you finally make your way to him and his friends. You throw your arms around his neck in a quick hug, sneaking an even quicker look into those blue eyes. You giggle as your heart flutters when he hugs you back. You back off quickly, hoping you do not seem too eager. You make small talk, gabbing about this and that when the bell rings. You turn to walk away, waving good-bye over your shoulder as you rush to class, a smile plastered onto your face.

You sit in class, doing the activities planned, and you try to ignore the fact that whenever you have a free moment, your thoughts float to him. You shake your head, trying to shake those thoughts along with it. You were the one who broke it off, you were tired of him not talking to you, never saying more then the occasional 'Hi' when you pass on the way to your next class. Yet, despite of all this, he is all you can think about lately. You try to think back to what you ate the night before. You knew that cheese was bad. That has to be it.

Then, there is that other guy. He is the one you spent time with after the break up, he was so funny and witty. You never really could figure out how to see those 3-D pictures on the page. He sneaked a ring into your backpack last week. You were so excited, you slipped it on right away. The whole day it was the only thing you could think about. That is, until those thoughts of the boy with brown hair curling at the nape of his neck pushed their way into your head.

Those next few days consisted of sleepless nights and a whole lot of confusion. You had to turn off the radio, a song just seemed to be everywhere, it always brought you back to those blue eyes. I told you to go for it, but you would not listen. You had spent all that time with the other guy, you felt it was your fault that he liked you. I told you that you were nuts, I told you to try and get him back. You would glare daggers at anyone who looked into those blue orbs in any way you disliked. Quite the fool you looked to be, you would not even try, you told yourself that it would not be fair for you just to ask for him back like nothing had happened. You were in a bad mood when he called, you were sick and tired of the way he ignored you, in the moment, you broke it off. Hindsight is always 20/20, now you see you over-reacted.

You miss him.

You miss the shy smiles, the corny jokes, the way he would glance over, then quickly look away when you caught his gaze. The way his hugs were so tight, how his hand fit so perfectly into yours, even though it only happened once. You miss everything about him.

Stupid girl you are, you did not do a thing, you did not want to hurt anyone, so you turned the other guy down. You told him that you could not go there yet, that you were still grieving over your old boyfriend. In reality, you were grieving over the fact that he admitted that he liked you, through a messenger, no less, right in front of him. After that show, you could not bear to try and win him back, it would not be fair to anyone, so you let him be, savoring those few moments when your eyes would meet and his arms would wrap around you in a hug.

Then, came a day when you had walked up to him and his friends one morning only to see him in the company of another girl. You tried to brush it off, looking at it as him making a new friend. It was not until you saw him turn red when she would hug him, when he would watch her walk away with a far away look in his eyes, when she hooked his arm through his and walked to class that your blood began to boil. You hated her. You hated her more than you ever thought you could hate someone, you did not even know her. You tried to talk to her, but you were forced to keep your mouth shut, knowing that at any moment I would erupt and say something nasty. You were right to do so, for that is exactly what I had planned to do.

Then you heard the rumors. Things really get around fast at your school. You had heard that they were going together. Whenever the subject came up, he would blush and try to talk about something else. I wanted so badly to say something horrible about the girl, but you would not let me. It was not until you saw them kiss that your heart fully split in two. You hated yourself for letting him go when you were in a bad mood, I almost hated you, too.

But now it was too late. He had found someone else while you were left alone. You could only watch as they grew closer, you could only smile when he talked about her. He did not need you anymore, but you needed him. Your heart ached for him so much that I could feel it. You were dying inside, I could feel it. I was dying, too.

So now, it is just you and me. He has her now, and there is nothing you can do to change it.

You stupid little girl, now what will you do?