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Hi, my name is Melissa
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| Created: 2006-10-10 21:44:59 |
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"It's an obligation; not love." I growled irritably at the giggling girls sitting at the table next to mine.
I thought that sitting outside for lunch would take my mind off of the Daniel-shaped hole in my heart. Of course, with only my luck, he and his girlfriend of nearly two years would sit just in my line of vision, and a group of said girlfriend's equally as annoying friends would sit within my earshot. It's as simple as moving, looking away, or just plain closing my eyes.
But then his blue eyes meet mine. Even just for a fraction of a second, and I'm hooked. I can't move, I can't think...hell, I don't even think I can breathe. That is exactly what Daniel Orsino does to me. He kills me every time, and I can never get enough.
Anyway, I was lost in my own little world full of beaches, sunshine, and a very shirtless Daniel running around when I was viciously torn from my thoughts by those shrill voices and irritating giggles. I don't even know the girl's names, but I'd seen them running around at Satan- d'I mean, Andrea's every beck and call. Currently, the girls were talking about how beautiful their group's leader was, and how pregnancy had only added to it with a natural glow. They were fawning over how adorable the couple was; how in love they were. That was when I snapped with my little snarky comment, and the girls shot me disapproving, somewhat questioning glares.
Why, they must have been wondering, had this girl, clearly below us in social status, felt the need to comment on a conversation she was no part of? And with such bitterness? Jealousy, perhaps?
Sure, I'll just let them think I'm jealous of the bleach-blonde bimbo. The truth was that I was far from envious. If anything, I felt kind of sorry for the girl (though I still feel a strong hatred for her very being).
Because a month before, I was, though secretly, Daniel's number one girl.
Sure, even then in the public's eye Daniel and Andrea were running strong, but they weren't a part of the lingering stares, the not-so-accidental hand brushes in the hallways, or the playful "footsies" under our shared table (thank God for alphabetical seating) in science class. They sure weren't a part of the late-night meetings in the park.
They weren't there the countless times I'd heard him say that he loved me. They weren't there when, only a month before, he had laid his head gently on my chest, catching his breath and told me with pain in his eyes, that we should end what we had, because he was going to be a father, and he had an obligation.
An obligation, he says! Right then, of all times. One of the best moments of my life turned out to be the worst. I had lost my virginity to the boy - no, the man I loved, and he was dumping me. I must be some kind of moron.
With those thoughts, I hadn't even realized that I'd been thinking with my eyes closed, nearly reliving every moment that ran through my mind. I hadn't realized that the gigglers had gone to tell Andrea exactly what 'that weird girl in the corner' had said. I hadn't realized that Daniel was currently denying any relationship at all, beyond lab partners, with me. I had realized, however, that things were to go on as usual after that. I mean, the kind of usual in the public's eye's sense.
The few hand brushes really were accidental, and any "footsies" under the table were completely one-sided. It became painfully clear that Daniel was intent on not touching me. He clearly still felt the same emotional connection I did.
I saw the glare he sent Scott when I approached him the other day in the cafeteria. It only lasted for a moment before he looked away, but it was there; and would probably be the last time he looked in my direction in anything more than coincidence again.
But Scott...
Scott and I have been friends for about a year, now, you see, and I know he's been crushing on my ever since.
If it weren't for my thing with Daniel, I could have been sincere when I explained to Scott that I'd had feelings for him for a long time. And when he smiled and hugged me, maybe I wouldn't have felt a pang of guilt and regret. Scott was probably one of the nicest, sweetest guys I had ever met, and I hated lying to him. But hell, maybe some day I could learn to love him back.
I obviously have not slept with him yet, but, terrible as it sounds, I'm gonna have to get around to it soon. I don't want any question of my growing belly. I want Scott to believe that it's his. Daniel already has his obligation, and I like to think that I was more than that.
Daniel will never know.
And, even now, when I look into Scott's eyes; I mean, really look into them, I could cry.
They aren't blue. |
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