Chapter 2: I Don't Want Him

Ever broken the curse? Ever embraced the suck? Ever flicked a bullet for the absolute sensation of tease?

I left. It all got to clingy too fast. I don't want to know him, and i don't need knew people in my life, I have everything I could ever need. All the people I need, I have all the things I need, I have. And the loudest mind I could ever wish for. I seriously, do NOT want to meet him anymore than i already have.
"Oh just give it a try, he's super nice." Abby tries to convince me.
"Bite me, i'm not giving in, he's damned." I don't need this.
"Why are you flipping out on him? You've only had one date!" Abby really knows how to set a person off.
"It wasn't a date! And it will never be a date! I don't want anyone in my life! I have every person I need, and sometimes I think I have one too many!" I get a lil' tense sometimes...
" Well now why are you flipping out on me!?" Abby is getting tense too, so i'm done talking. i've talked far to much for my quiet ego. Sometimes i get worried that if i talk to much, my mind will grow quiet. But I need my mind, it's the thing that keeps me sane, well my thoughts at least. But if my thoughts are quiet then i can't hear them. So i better shut my damn mouth..
I feel bad for not flipping out but i don't understand. No one has ever taken much liking to me. It's weird, I can't feel much blood being pumped and I can't cooperate. How dare he lead me on so cleanly. I'm sick..
 
I shall call Whitney. Whitney is my best friend and  one of my most favorite people on earth.
Laziness of a teenager creeps in. I swore I couldn't let the "lazyass syndrome" infect me, but I can't stop the hormones. So instead I text her.
"Wanna come over???"
"Sure! be right there."

I can't stop the overwhelming love for those extremely inspiring movies, where the hot guy gets the curse, stripping him from him image, and he needs the real girl who can save him. My heart feels so warm when i watch those movies.... I wish all of that was real, I wish i could have that..... But hell, reality sucks, and nothing perfect exists.

I can't seem to let myself love, I only want perfectness with him, whom ever he is, I want perfectness. Reality: PERFECTION DOESN'T EXIST!


She has done the unspeakable. I'm locked in a room with him hearing the giggles of Abby and Christian. Why can't they understand that i don't want this! Any of this!
"So... You seem pissy.." Max says.
All I can think is "NO S**T!" This kid is amazing at stating the obvious.
So my anger gets the best of me and I say it, "WELL NOT S**T!" I yell. Great, now i seem like a a*****e...
"Well, sorry." he says. This guy is pretty annoying.
All my thoughts and instincts tell me to get the hell out of this room.