The huge mistake

Stolen Glances & Stolen Feelings.

The scars of your love, remind me of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat. 

~Rolling in the deep by Adele.

His light, chocolate brown eyes met mine from across the room. He had been doing that for the last thirty minutes. I didn't quite understand why he kept glancing at me, espicially since these days we didn't really talk after everything that happened. The history that we had shared with each other had been long and full of love and heartache. Our history was just to long with each other, which usually was the reason why didn't really talk or even look at each other. But something seemed different with the way that he was looking at me now. It reminded me of the way he used to look at me just before we had started going out with each other. His gaze was full of love and knowing. I let his eyes meet mine again, as a small coy smile spread on his face. He had always been so cocky and self-assured with himself, but that was one of the things that had attracted me to him. I wasn't the type of girl who liked the sweet, caring guys who would never hurt you and would treat a girl like a princess. And Frankie certainly wasn't the type of guy who was like that; he prefered to treat them mean keep them keen approach and enjoyed to play games with people. But he was never like that when we were in a relationship, he showed his sensitive side and actually had cared for me. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. Being in love was his weakness. And he hated for anyone to know what his weaknesses was, Frankie prefered to be the one in the control seat and liked to use other people's weaknesses against them. I knew that from experience. If you ever hurt him, he would hurt you back twice as hard. I couldn't help but start at the clock and wish that the bell would go soon. I knew that there would be no way that i would be able to manage to resist his beautiful smile, and his eyes which could portray whatever feeling he wanted them to.

"Baby, why do you keep avoiding me so much?." I quickly turned my head up, and blinked furiously as I noticed that the very person i wanted to get away from was stood right in front of me.

"What? There is no way that we can talk about this here." Why was it that he thought that i would honestly want to talk about how i felt about him in front of everyone in the class. It was a talk that needed to be had in private.

"Well you never actually talk to me outer of classes or anything." Why didn't he get that there was a reason why i never talked to him? Just talking to him always brought back too many feelings and memories, espicially ones that I wanted to be able to forget. And plus talking to him would mean having to talk about why we split up, but it was about time that we had that talk so that we would be able to move on with our lives.

"That's because it's too difficult. I can never find the right words to say to you. But I think it's best that we should like meet up after school or something." I sat there and looked deeply into his eyes, to make sure that he honestly was hurt about is not ever talking. His eyes were like an endless abyss, so easy to get sucked into. The shrilling noise of the bell brought me out of the trance of his eyes. I quickly stood up and ran a hand through my hair.

"Sure. The usual place?." I gave him a small nod, and headed out of the classroom. Butterflies filled my stomach at the thought of that he still remembered the place were we used to meet when we were a couple, and had spent so much time with each other there. It was a place that had held our most happiest moments, but also our worse.

I carefully sat down on the hard, rubber seat of the swing, and wrapped my arms around myself to protect myself from the strong gusts of wind. Why was it that he always seemed to be late whenever he was meant to meet someone? It was so typical of him. He never understood the importance of trying to not get a girl to have to wait for him. Frankie had done it so many times to me in the past espicially if i ever needed him to pick me up from somewere or meet me at a certain time. But i had always knew that from the beginning that he was like that and never really trusted that when he promised you something that he would do it. I looked up and noticed his beautiful brown hair, as he made his way towards me. It looked like it was only me who hadn't prepared for the cold weather since Frankie was wearing the light blue Abercrombie and Fitch jumper that I had brought him for his birthday. I was surprised that he still had it after he had said that he wanted nothing to do with me when we had split up.