"Wow."
"Whoa."
"Who's that?"
"I don't know."
I walked through the halls, fianlly like I had no weight on my shoulders. Nancy and Ted had done an amazing job- even I admit the new hair gave me a boost of energy; I felt as if I could face Beck today! After I went round to Teddy's this morning, he'd said how to put the make up on then supervised as I did it. I had light smokey eyeshadow with black eyeliner. I never needed mascara anymore after Teddy told me, that with my long eyelashes, I wouldn't need it and it could effect them anyway.
* * * *
I slid into my seat for registration; next to Beck.
"Good Morning Beck." I whispered. I glanced at him.
"M-Morning Hope." His blonde hair was perfect. Those baby blue eyes were perfect. He was perfect. He was my hero.
"Are you okay?" I played with my tattered exercise book nervously.
"Um... Yeah." He turned to face the front.
".... Good..." I stared at my desk. We looked awkward, I was sure of it. I couldn't take this. I ripped a corner from my book and took out a pen. I slid the note to him. He opened it. He looked at me.
"We do need to talk." I mouthed.
"When?" He mouthed back.
" Lunchtime."
He nodded.
* * * *
As lunchtime rolled around I began to nerve up.We'd said we'd meet in the Gym. So, as soon as possible, I left for the gym. Thinking ahead, I'd already packed my lunch for today. But I wasn't hungry. I paced the room twice before looking through the CD collection. I paused on a the Demi Lovato CD case. Jeez, I felt awful.
"Uh... Hope?" I spun around.
"H-Hey." Flip to another CD, flip to another CD...! My head told me.
"What you doing?"
"I was just.. uh... looking through the CDs while I was waiting is all." I left them and joined Beck in the center of the room.
"So, talking." He clapped his hands together.
"Yep." I rocked on my heels.
There was a long, very thoughtful, awkward pause.
"Listen Beck, about the assembly." I sighed. He looked at me with those trusting blue eyes. "I don't want to, you know, like you. But I just want you to understand that no matter how you look at it; I do. I have for a while." I ran a hand through ym hair glanced away form him. "Three years actually."
"Why?"
"Huh? Why? Because you are the one of the only people who's nice to me. I've never met anyone like you before."
"Cliched."
"Sorry?"
"That's a bit of a cliche Hope; don't you think?"
"What? Hey, that's unfair!"
He smiled.
"Oh, I see what you're doing. You're helping me get over you." I slapped his chest. "STOP PRETENDING TO BE REHAB."
"Why?"
"What?!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"About what?!"
Beck grinned, those beautiful white teeth showing, his blue eyes sparkling. "That you loved me."
My jaw dropped. "You're supposed to help me not love you. Because it's futile. I know Sadie," I shuddered. "Wants her claws into you, so I really don't want to get in her way and be a disembodied corpse thanks very much."
"unlike yesterday."
"That wasn't my fault!"
"Like it wasn't your fault to play 'What To Do'."
"That's not fair! I didn't know you were in the gym!" A shadow crossed his face.
"THEN WHY DID YOU PLAY IT!?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE DEMI'S SONGS THAT'S WHY!"
"DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT ME!?"
"I DID! I HAVE BEEN FOR THE PAST THREE YEARS! I LOVE YOU THAT MUCH YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!"
He dropped his face. "Then why do you attempt to impress me."
"What!? THIS HAIR IS TO HELP ME MOVE ON!" Angry tears sprang from my eyes down my cheeks. "You know, I thought I could speak to you like an adult! Not a child! I thought I wouldn't hurt! But I got too close! You know Beck Jackson, you're like a fire. Dazzling, amazing, beautiful, warm. But once you get in too close, you get burnt."
"Yeah. That's one study to go into your stalker's diary."
"BECK!" I slapped him hard. A long silence followed the slap. We could hear each other breathing. I sobbed, trembled and collapsed onto the floor. "I'm... i'm... I'm so sorry...." I whispered.
"No I am. I... Hope... You.... It.... Don't..... Nevermind."
"Please forgive me."
"I don't think I can."
I trembled, my face hidden underneath my newly dyed hair. I sobbed.
"Goodbye Hope." He crouched down and pulled the hair back from my face. He kissed my cheek, wet with salty tears. Then he walked away.
He walked away from me.
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Reviving Hope. (INCOMPLETE, BUT DONE)
Romance{NOTE: I WROTE THIS AT A VERY YOUNG AGE, NOT UNDERSTANDING THE PARTS WHERE I WAS CRAP AT WRITING AT THIS POINT AND HOW EVERYTHING IS VERY MELODRAMATIC. I HAD A LARGE CRUSH ON A GUY AT THE TIME AND MOST ROMANCE IN THIS IS WHAT I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO H...
