Chapter 11

     A week passed, Taylor and Mandy were still with each other, and they seemed to be getting worse, in which they were getting more closer and more serious by the minute. 

     Mandy seemed to be drifting away from me, as she got closer to Taylor, some kind of friend she was. I felt more alone by the minute. 

    And then I snapped. 

     It was when Taylor and Mandy were walking in the hallway, with his arm around her waist. They definitely saw me, and you know what they did? Right in front of me, Mandy pulled Taylor to her, and started kissing him...RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

     The patter of my footsteps seemed loud in the desolate hallway. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't see them together anymore. I didn't know how or why I was jealous, because I hated Taylor...but when he was with Mandy, he made it so I wanted him. 

     I ran into the bathroom, not knowing where else to go. What could I do? I couldn't just ask them to break up. I tore open my notebook and leaned against a wall. Writing a poem was all I could think of doing, because poems usually helped me get my feelings out. I grabbed a pen that I had stored behind my ear, and started writing furiously.

     When you have your arm around her

     I wish it was me instead

     When you say that you love her

     I wish that was me in my head

     When you are with her

     My insides churn with loneliness

     It's been a long time

    since I've played the game of love

    Someone needs to teach me how to play again. 

    But now, something seems to stir inside me

    Wanting me to get up again

    My heart and mind want you

    Am I doing the right thing?

   Or will I fall down again

   I want to do something

   But I don't know what

   You're dating my best friend

   I don't want to feel like a w***e or a s**t

   She's my friend...

   And you're just a guy

   But I can't help how my heart feels

   how love is overcoming my mind

   So in case you haven't guessed

   My love for you is a flame

   I want you to chose me instead

   and only then will the fire be tamed. 

     I stared at all the lines that I had written, before tearing the paper apart. I couldn't risk anyone knowing about this. I threw it in the trash and walked out of the bathroom. The poem did help me feel better, but I still had to do something...and I still had no idea what to do. 

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[Sandr]

I like your style of writing. Your storytelling flows well while keeping the reader engaged. Good job!