Sitting back at the table with Honey, I watch as Hiro gets ping ponged across the dance floor.
I chuckle at all the teenage girls dancing with Hiro. Yet my heart tinged with pain. I looked at the girls with jealousy in my eyes. Each one practically wanted to ravage him((ew did I even know what that meant or was I just stupid))
I don't know why I feel so irritated at the moment. Honey looks at me and smirks. "Awwww, (F/n)'s jealous...!" I flush and glare at her as I puff out my cheeks.
"Shush it." She chuckles and pokes my cheek playfully. "(F/n) and Hiro, sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I flush furiously as my imagination gets the best of me.
I imagine me and Hiro sitting on a tree branch eating each other's faces off. My face heats up and rivals the roses in the vase on the table. I feel a small gentle slap on the back of my head as Wasabi is glaring at me.
"Stop the dirty thoughts. Your only 14." I look away embarrassed as I hear a couple of 'Oohs' from around me.
Looking back at the dance floor, I notice one of my old bullies dancing with Hiro. He looks extremely uncomfortable. I get up and walk over to Hiro. I'm glaring at her when she notices me and smirks. She leans in and kisses him.
My eyes widen as I freeze. Hiro flushes a dark red with his eyes wide. He pushes her away breathing a bit heavy. I slowly back away when Hiro looks over to see me. His eyes widen again.
She grins evilly as she caresses Hiro's cheek. Tears form in my eyes as I run off. My heart is shattered. I feel a lump in my throat. Tears stream down my cheeks like faucets as I hear Hiro calling.
I start to compare myself to her. She has a perfect body. Beautiful eyes. Silky soft hair. Pretty face. Tall. And a gorgeous smile. A perfect size chest as I look like I have two melons inside my shirt.
((Author note 4/21/19; why the fuck did I always use to make the readers have big tiddies do I have a thing for big tiddies or smth wtf???))
((Edit 4/14/20; ....i do))
((If you cant tell))
((I'm fucking gay))
She does her makeup perfectly. Makes any dress look good. Has perfect blonde hair.
She is perfect.
And I'm just last nights dinner. I run out the doors of the venue and down the street. I don't care how late it is. It feels like my heart was just stabbed with a knife.
((Author note 4/21/19; LMAOOOO BEFORE I KNEW WHAT LOVE FELT LIKE I WROTE THIS😂😂))
It hurt. And I wanted it to stop.
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Fanfictionbeing the nerd in school isn't always fun. especially when your always made fun of for sitting alone and quiet in the back of the class, and getting perfect 100's on your tests that you should be proud about, but instead fear for the discrimination...
