James was one of the tallest ones there: skin smooth and dark; Gigi said he looked just like her favourite flavour of ice cream.
she fluttered her eyelashes at him, and he winked slyly at her.
id purposefully talk to James when he stared at Gigi, trying to get him to forget about her- even if it was for just a few seconds.
once, when we were grabbing bananas from the cafeteria for lunch, he put some in his pockets. i slid up next to him, a sly grin on my face and said "is that a banana in your pocket--"
"no, don't you dare" he interrupted
"or are you just happy to see me?" i say and make Gigi giggle- the giggle where she covers her mouth and closes her eyes, her real laugh.
or when James would talk to Gigi id sit between them and tell her about things completely irrelevant.
i was jealous, yes, but not of her, no. i had no interest in James.
i was jealous because i had feelings for Gigi that she would never return.
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Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
