"I'm so done with him!"
Monet slammed the door behind her and sulked to the ground with her back pressed against it. She couldn't believe Ismus was only pretending to like her out of pity.
Because he "felt sorry for her."
But he could never reciprocate her feelings because he was still in love with someone else. She curled herself into a tight ball, sobbing into her knees.
That was the last time,
the last time she was going to let a boy play with her heart like that. He knew very well that she liked him, that she had a crush.
He could have told her he wasn't interested
and spared her the pain of him kissing her out of pity. But no. He had to make her think he was interested.
He had to make her think there was a chance,
a chance the boy she was in love with might love her back. But now those hopes and dreams were crushed under his enormous ego.
Why did she even fall for him in the first place?
Sure, he was cute and all, but other than that, he was an arrogant prick who thought he was better than everyone else. He's no different than Monet or any of the other students at the school.
They all had talent; he wasn't special or anything.
She was so happy the day he befriended her. Maybe it would snow all into them growing close and dating one day.
Unfortunately, that's all he wanted to be, just friends.
Nothing more. But, apparently, he asked her out for that same reason. To "give her a chance" because "they were good friends."
"Screw you, Ismus Kaiser," Monet thought.
Friends don't pity other friends.
She groaned and squeezed her knees closer to her chest. Not now, Selphie. I'm not in the mood to talk.
Seraphina knocked on the door again.
"Monet, are you in there? I heard about what happened. Mantrix told me." Her voice is worried. "Please let me in. I just want to talk."
Monet pondered her request.
Maybe Seraphina could make her feel better. She was pretty much the only female friend she had; Monet doubted Mantrix or Zander would understand.
She stood up and opened the door.
As expected, Seraphina was on the other side. Her baby blue eyes were wide with worry. She wrapped her arms around Monet and squeezed her tight.
"It's ok." She stroked her hair. "Guys are jerks."
Monet sucked snot up her nose and laughed. "You should know. They practically chase you down the halls."
Out of all the girls in the school,
Seraphina was definitely one of the most beautiful and elegant. She was of average height was an hourglass figure that made all the boys drool.
Her eyes were light, innocent; they practically sparked.
And her hair. It was probably the most stunning thing about her. It was as white as snow, flowing down her back to hug her hips.
She had no bangs,
simply a part down the middle that complimented her rosy cheeks. Seraphina was gorgeous. It's no wonder all the guys fawn over her on a daily basis.
Monet couldn't help but be a bit jealous.
If she liked Ismus, would he have gone out with her instead? Would he have given a prettier girl more of an opportunity?