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*I cant believe he said that , he does not even act like a real boyfriend anymore . . .* You thought this while walking down wet slick fall streets. Your friend Marley matched your pace and rambled on about homecoming.
Your dark brown , and slightly auburn curled hair blew messily in the wind . Your barley heeled chocolate brown boots clicked along the concrete road, and over the fallen ombre of leaves. Yours and Marley's bags bumped into each other while talking and the clashing of the pins and key chains made a melody of fall, one that went along with the Radio head playing in your wired earbuds.
"So, you're aren't mad about Sean's "not" proposal to hoco? - because I would be fuming." Marley asked you this ,hesitantly . You knew she had only pure intentions because how her big doe eyes stared intently at you, still the question hit a nerve . Sean, your boyfriend, asked to not go to the big dance with you, over this past weekend. His reasoning, "dances are trivial high-school thing's- and his boy Dean needs him in another group more."
After this interaction , things went radio silent between the two of you. Sean looking on anxiously at you- you thinking of how he really fits the idiot jock stereotype right now.
"I'm OK with it I guess , I mean you know he's just trying to be nice to his buddy by going with him . . ."
You said this with a disheartened look, now back to Marley. After your uttering, your mind then starts to wander while she goes on again , now about how Dean Foresters girlfriend left him for the coffee shop owner's son.
As the two of you next turn the corner , from behind Marley's big curls you see a striking face. . . then suddenly you see it again in front of you.
Out of the morning fog and dew, an older boy sat leaning against a red brick wall, his head with a book.
He was wearing a leather jacket and had jet black hair , he also had the most striking eyes - eyes witch almost pulled you to the street , they were so magnetic.
Suddenly you felt conscious of your body, he surveyed you. Seeing you and your brown ruffly skirt. He looked apaun the white and cream layers of tank top you construed together. He admired your teddy bear brown leg warmers.
You suddenly wanted him to know, that your wearing ballet flats you adored- and not your usual fluffy knee high UGGs. You wanted him to adore them as you did, you wore this outfit to get a rise out of Sean- and maybe make him put some effort in , or whatever. But now all you wanted was for this mystery guy to like all of your carefully placed accessories.
"Hey , you're going to run into traffic if you keep ogling that guy over there!" - Marley laughed as she pulled you back onto the sidewalk from witch you were tipping off of .
"she has a boyfriend!" Marley next yelled to the stranger, who was laughing at your absent minded wandering as well.
You were embarrassed and waved , adding a "sorry" - before hurrying off.
However just after you yelled this back at the man, a girl with chestnut brown , extremely straight hair and doe eyes met him. She did not look too interested in him, and mystery man did not break eye contact with you- however seeing how effortlessly beautiful she looked - you felt a bit silly and turned away- realizing he was not yours to look at,
"was that - " you started to say before being interrupted,
"Elena Gilbert. . yeh- I wonder who she was with?"
Elena Gilbert, the girl who had just met the mystery boy. She was a troubled girl who notoriously dated Matt Donovan- she was sweet , but you would rather not get mixed up in her endless boy drama.
*And why would I need to anyway* , you though this as you made it to the grey school.
As you entered the large doors the cloudy weather of the day subsided. Now only pearling out through crevices and windows throughout the school creating the perfect atmosphere for studying. . . weirdly enough , now you looked forward for the day.
In the hallways you and Sean's eyes did not meet once, even during your short lived conversation on the way back from history. This is part was your fault for feeling guilty- about the way the morning eye candy made you feel , and part his fault for feeling guilty about the dance.
"Y/n - Im sorry about not being able to party it up with you at homecoming , really babe - but check your blackberry in about 3- 2- 1 .. . I have a way to make it up to you." Sean gave you a puppy dog look as he said this.
His spiky blond hair made him look like the little freshman 3 long years ago. You could't help but grin while going to flip open your shimmery dark purple phone.
*Invite to the craziest Hoco After party ! : from your amazing boyfriend * was the text that flashed on the screen of your phone.
"Wow thanks so much Sean , I cant wait to go. " You instinctively said . Your shimmery purple nails, which matched your phone color , moved with your hand to cover your mouth and fain shock as well as the same excitement you just received.
You next dropped off a giddy Sean to Bio, before traversing the red and cream colored hallways. Drifting past the bustling classrooms with discontent.
While you are talking to people today its felt like a bubble of ignorance is smokey around your head, making everything hazy and you unaware of what's going on. Its blissful of course , but when it fades away you feel sad and kind of empty again.
*I cant believe I just got excited to be invited to the after-party everybody and their mom goes to- and the one everybody and their mom leaves, after stealing all the free alcohol.*
Later , while still walking - you pass Dean in the hallways give him a glare, it was his fault your here after all. You see Rory as well. . . you wonder if you and Sean will be like them eventually. You wonder if you will messily break up and walk opposite hallways for the rest of the year, or maybe be like another couple - Elena and Matt. They seemed to like each other enough, according to what Sean tells you - Matt is crazy about Elena and goes on and on all during football practice. You could be them - that is if Sean wants to put the effort to talk about you to his friends in .. . your mind laughs in a pitiful way at this retrospective thought.
After then making it to class, you sit in your usual back corner spot by the window. Old droplets of precipitation race down the windows corners. The room has pumpkin daisy chains hanging up like streamers all over. They are scribbled on and were given as a gift from the kindergarten classes.
The class lights are semi broken and everything falls under a dim orange tint.
You sit next to Elena during this class, Algebra- and as your geriatric teacher drones on about function's - you wonder if it would be ok to ask her about the boy who's been tormenting your mind all day.
*No , you have a boyfriend - it should not be this hard to hold back from asking her this question - you don't want to go there Y/n*
- You think to yourself , raring to ask a forbidden question has now turned into more than a remidal task for the hour. Your mind races not from the textbooks and chalkboard lessons, but from the choices and possibilities you have been offered, and all before lunch.
Halloween is coming soon and your world is expanding to new depths , who knows what the holiday will bring . . . It cant be anything you cant handle though right? - it's just a teenage drama , spooky season does not really bring vampires and ghosts after all- right ?