After taking on the stair-obstacle course, I dragged my bags across the floor and out the front door. Great, it was raining. Well, raining was an understatement. It was raining damn rocks. Big, huge, hard rock drops. The porch was my only cover at the moment but, of course, my car was parked out in the street. With the raining rocks.
"Dee?"
Shit. Fighting with my sister, I could handle. Falling down the stairs, I could handle. Facing the damn rock-rain, I could handle. Seeing Nathan in all of his beautiful but untouchable glory, I could not handle. Turning my head to the driveway where he was currently standing, I realized just how much I could not handle it.
Nathan looked too damn good to be so wet in the rain. With his normally shaggy blonde hair stuck to his face and his big blue t-shirt that hugged his subtle biceps, he looked so damn hot. His glasses were wet and had rain droplets covering the lenses. He probably couldn’t see worth a damn, which was good because I probably looked like hell.
"Hey." I made my feet go one in front of the other and started walking towards my car, hoping that he couldn't see the way that my heat was breaking through my eyes. He was so good at pagbaba me. When I got to my car, I popped the trunk and threw my bags in. I stood there for a few seconds, trying to gather my wits.
"When are you leaving?" He asked from behind me. It startled me, knowing how close he was. Maybe I was imagining it but I could swear that I felt his breath on my neck but he had Brooke now. The pag-ibig of his life. He didn't need me. That thought was enough to almost bring me to tears.
"Um," I swallowed back my tears, "in a few minutes, I think." I turned around and sure enough, he wasn't anywhere near my neck. He was about a foot away, which was way to far away in my opinion.
Nathan nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets like he always did when he was nervous. This was the goodbye I was trying to avoid. "I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I couldn’t help asking. Sorry for not loving me? Sorry for loving Brooke? Sorry for shattering your puso into a million pieces and then stepping on them?
His head was pointed towards the ground and he used his left foot to kick the back of his right foot. Another nervous sign. "For everything," he said. "I'm sorry for pulling you in so many different directions. I'm sorry for ignoring you even though you did nothing wrong. I'm just so damn sorry," and then lifted his eyes to mine. The darkness of his wet hair and the lightness of his blue eyes cause such a contrast with each other that the sight was breathtaking. I was literally just standing there and staring at him.
What I didn't miss was the fact that he apologized for all of the wrong things. He didn't apologize for hurting me, for choosing Brooke, for my shattered heart. Then, he shouldn't apologize for things he wasn’t sorry for.
The rain had soaked us both through our clothes, and my teeth started to chatter. I once imagined halik in the rain but never having my puso beaten in the rain. "It's not a big deal." Lie
"It is a big deal!" Truth.
I took in a deep breath, thankful for the rain because it was now masking my tears. "It isn't. I promise." Lie. "This was just a summer thing." Big fat, nose growing lie.
Nathan sighed and then stepped closer to me, the tips of our toes touching. He was invading my thinking space. "Don't lie." He sinabi through clenched teeth. "I hurt you. Say it."
I didn't want him feeling sorry for me. "You didn't. See," I gave him a broad smile that probably ended up looking like a grimace.
"Damn it. Don't lie to me, Demi."
My whole barrier broke. The walls that kept my emotions in place fell all at once, which was very overwhelming. My shoulders slumped, tears fell even faster, and it felt like my chest had a thousand pound weight dropped on it. "What do you want me to say?" I asked a little hysterically. "That you broke my heart? Yes, Nathan, you broke it. But there's nothing that can be done because you pag-ibig Brooke, not me. And that's okay. You can't help what you feel." Boy did I understand that madami than anyone right now.
He stood there, staring at me directly in the eyes. For one moment, I thought that he would lean in and halik me. halik me in the rain like every teenager wanted. Maybe he would scoop me away and we'd leave bratty sisters and ex-girlfriends behind.
But instead he took a step away from me, like I was a dangerous snake that he just happened upon. He opened his mouth but then the screen door from the house open and close. Both of our heads turned towards the noise and Sarah, bless her, came walking down the porch steps and the driveway.
The interruption couldn't have come at a better moment because I was pretty sure that I didn't want to hear what he was about to say. My sister, oblivious to the intensely awkward moment she just intruded on, looked at me expectantly. "Are we ready to go?"
I nodded while trying to collect myself so they couldn't tell that I was crying. "My bags are in the back."
"All right," she sinabi while getting into the passenger seat. "Let's get going. This town sucks."
I couldn't agree more.
Nodding to Nathan in a polite gesture, I got into the driver's seat. Closing the door, I told myself not to look in the rearview mirror when I drove off. I didn't want to see him slowly fade away from sight because that was exactly what was happening and I couldn't handle that.
But of course, as I slammed on the gas, I looked behind me to see him turn around and walk away in the opposite direction.
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
you were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with you walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my puso asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the pag-ibig that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of pag-ibig is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
you were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with you walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my puso asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the pag-ibig that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of pag-ibig is rare
Lonely Girl
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her puso is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once madami
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her puso is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once madami
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when you hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when you hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your puso sheds. Because when you cry, your puso gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your puso sheds. Because when you cry, your puso gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
