'What so god damn special about her?' The brunette thought to herself. She watched as he whispered something into the girl's pale pierced ear. Her fist tighten, making her pencil break in half.
She sighed, as she reached in her bag pocket for another one, than returned to glaring at the duo. She could hardly pay attention to the professor, better yet, she could hardly breathe. The air felt thin and toxic, like it was contaminated. Every breath she took was followed by a small whimper.
"Stop crying." She told herself. Her eyes twitched. "Stop looking!"
No matter how much she didn't want to see, she kept looking. Mentally and emotionally torturing herself. "Get a grip, Courtney, you do not care." But that was just it, Courtney did care.
She cared so much it hurt. Seeing the love of her life being gripped away by another girl, so easily...so flawlessly. She never realized how much of an affect he had on her. She never felt so lost, so hurt, so valuable.
Sure, they were polar opposites, but Courtney believed they had a relationship that could "defy all odds", and survive. But she should have known. She should have known Duncan, her former lover, would do this to her. But she was so invested into her feelings for him, all she saw was him and herself just being...forever. Don't all girls?
But even despite all that Duncan had done to her, she loved him. She loved that bastard for all it was worth. She hated herself for it. She just wanted to scream at the both of them for making her like this. But she couldn't. It would only hurt her in the end.
Courtney felt a warm tear building up in her eyes, and blinked them away. She finally looked away, and started looking through her notes. She skimmed through some pages and found a particular one. Simple doodles she did in her free time, most of them read, "Duncan and Courtney" or "Courtney Loves Duncan" or "Duncan + Courtney = Forever" and Courtney's favorite, "Duncan's Princess."
"Princess..." She whispered to herself. She thought it sounded better when Duncan called her it. Courtney couldn't help but tear up once more.
Ring. Ring.
Class was over, and so was the torture show the dubious duo had put on in front of grieving Courtney. Courtney was usually the first one out, but everything was slow now. Her words, her movement, her heart. Everything.
She watched as Duncan and his "gothic demon" left the room. Hands intertwined, smiles gleaming, and hearts racing...
And well Courtney...she slowly followed behind...
She sighed, as she reached in her bag pocket for another one, than returned to glaring at the duo. She could hardly pay attention to the professor, better yet, she could hardly breathe. The air felt thin and toxic, like it was contaminated. Every breath she took was followed by a small whimper.
"Stop crying." She told herself. Her eyes twitched. "Stop looking!"
No matter how much she didn't want to see, she kept looking. Mentally and emotionally torturing herself. "Get a grip, Courtney, you do not care." But that was just it, Courtney did care.
She cared so much it hurt. Seeing the love of her life being gripped away by another girl, so easily...so flawlessly. She never realized how much of an affect he had on her. She never felt so lost, so hurt, so valuable.
Sure, they were polar opposites, but Courtney believed they had a relationship that could "defy all odds", and survive. But she should have known. She should have known Duncan, her former lover, would do this to her. But she was so invested into her feelings for him, all she saw was him and herself just being...forever. Don't all girls?
But even despite all that Duncan had done to her, she loved him. She loved that bastard for all it was worth. She hated herself for it. She just wanted to scream at the both of them for making her like this. But she couldn't. It would only hurt her in the end.
Courtney felt a warm tear building up in her eyes, and blinked them away. She finally looked away, and started looking through her notes. She skimmed through some pages and found a particular one. Simple doodles she did in her free time, most of them read, "Duncan and Courtney" or "Courtney Loves Duncan" or "Duncan + Courtney = Forever" and Courtney's favorite, "Duncan's Princess."
"Princess..." She whispered to herself. She thought it sounded better when Duncan called her it. Courtney couldn't help but tear up once more.
Ring. Ring.
Class was over, and so was the torture show the dubious duo had put on in front of grieving Courtney. Courtney was usually the first one out, but everything was slow now. Her words, her movement, her heart. Everything.
She watched as Duncan and his "gothic demon" left the room. Hands intertwined, smiles gleaming, and hearts racing...
And well Courtney...she slowly followed behind...