Angelina Thomson is a 16 year old junior at Pinewood High School in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia. She wears her heart on her sleeve, making it easy for any guy to come by and snatch it. In this case, this guy's name is Skylar Brookshire. He has her wrapped around his finger, leading her on then cutting her off, until she learns how to protect herself from the affliction and contentment of the game of love.


2. The Seniors Return

       Roxanne finally left my house around midnight after her parents called to yell at her. She is rarely at her house because she practically lives at mine. I got into my pajamas and went into my bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Under all of the makeup and hair product, a complete stranger stared back at me. Now you could plainly see all of the imperfections. I had dark circles under my eyes from staying up too late with Roxanne and scars from all of the past years of acne leaving permanent reminders on my face. What does Skylar Brookshire see in me? No matter how long I've known him, he still never ceases to confuse me.

       I got into bed and got back on my phone, texting Roxanne. My mind kept wandering back to what she said: "He likes you... but he also likes your sister." I shook my head and stared back at my phone, but I couldn't concentrate. I don't like him, so why do I keep thinking about him? I only just started thinking about him since Roxanne told me what he said. Why didn't I realize it before? If he didn't like me then he wouldn't waste his time talking to me. He doesn't talk to anyone else my age. He's normally a strictly senior-only kind of guy. Anyway, I don't have to come face to face with him for another week since the seniors are leaving for their D.C. trip. That should give me sometime to clear my mind and convince myself like I do not like him.

Like actually convince myself.

 For real.


*One Week Later*


       I woke up at 6 A.M, giving myself an hour and a half to get ready for school. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly a fast mover in the morning. I spend about half an hour on my hair, half an hour on my makeup, and half an hour getting my stuff together and getting dressed. I don't see how people can get ready in 15 minutes. It's impossible.

       I grabbed a protein shake on my way out and hopped in my sister's car. As soon as we pulled into the campus, I got this queasy feeling in my stomach. What is with my stomach lately? Then I realized I was sitting in my sisters car. Wow, I'm slow at things in the morning. My sister was back from the trip. All of the seniors were. Damn it, I was going to have to see Skylar today. How did I not remember that?

       First period crawled along, my stomach getting increasingly more squeamish. It wasn't a butterfly feeling, more like a nervous almost-vomiting feeling. Oh joy. Surprisingly, I dreaded the feeling when math class ended and I had to head to lunch.

 Keep calm. I don't have to do anything differently, I told myself. Nothing has to change just because I know that he likes me. What difference does it make?

       I sat in my usual spot with a group of girls from my class. They would say we are friends, but it's not that easy to get into that category with me. You see, there is probably something I never told you about me. I don't let people in very easily. That is why this whole Skylar thing is kind of creeping me out. Why does he make me feel so vulnerable? I have steered clear of about every guy that is in my grade, because I promised myself at the beginning of this school year that I would not date anyone, not like anyone even. But I'm staying true to my promise. I don't like Skylar, it's just... complicated.

       The reason for this is because in my sophomore year over the summer, when I had just graduated from being a freshman, I fell head over heels for this guy who was a rising junior. His name was Andrew Portman. He was the school heartthrob. We dated, it got really serious for a few months. Then, on the last day of school at my freshman party, he dumped me. He told me that he couldn't believe that he wasted his junior year on me and that he could've done so much better. You have no idea how much this crushed me. My world ended; I didn't want to live anymore. Roxanne was the only that kept me holding on. That entire summer I refused to go anywhere; I stayed inside feeling sorry for myself. This was also the summer that I found out who my true friends were. Some immediately left just so they could stay on the good side of Andrew, some casually faded away when I practically disappeared off the face of the earth. Now it's just me, Roxanne, and my other friend Sammie, who goes to my school but is also in the senior class.

        I swore to myself that I would never trust anyone again. Now I also have a depression disorder and I hardly make any new friends. I used to let people in way too easily and I've regretted all of it. Andrew Portman crushed my heart in a way that can never be repaired. I'm not going to let that happen to myself again, so trust me, I will shake away any feelings that I may have for Skylar in a heartbeat, no second thoughts.

       I finished eating my lunch, (well, all that I could of it), and glanced around the cafeteria. I finally spotted the seniors coming in and walking towards the lunch line. I turned around and saw Skylar walking in like he normally does, coming to sit next to me and have small talk like we usually do. I scooted over so he would have room to sit. He walked towards me, my heart beating faster every second. He passed my table. Wait, what?! He passed my table? He walked by without even the most casual of head nods. No 'Hey Angelina!' Not even a smile. It was as though I wasn't even there. What was happening? I saw Bailey pass Skylar, giving each other the nastiest of glares.


What happened on that D.C. trip?!


Hey everyone! I am SO sorry for not posting in over a month! I would like to say that I was off doing amazing stuff and I was way to busy to post, but let's face it. It's summer, and I've just been extremely lazy. Hopefully I'll start posting more often and making it a regular thing, but we'll see. Thanks for reading!

Mrs. Horyne <3


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