Your pants look better on my floor ;)

Your pants look better on my floor ;) CH8!

- beat, beat , beat -

i came to dance, dance, dance.

enjoy. kidddd.

Vince's girlfriend was probably the most gorgeous girl alive. I'm not just saying that because I'm such a hideous sight and that anyone, really, looks picturesque compared to me. No, I'm saying it because it's utterly true.

I gawk from afar as her tongue digs deeper into Vince's throat. Her golden hair cascades over to her right shoulder, parting in the middle elegantly. When she finally separates herself from Vince, I catch a good glance of her oval face. Everything leans so perfectly on her; her curved nose, her mascara outline eyes, her stimulating painted crimson lips.

And this entire time, I'm plunked there; gawking at Vince and her. They seem as if they delineate one another, outlining each other's flaws with their perfections.

I can't help but feel the lingering emotion of jealousy sketched onto my pouting lips. And I know I have other, more supplementary crazes to pounder about, but the one that strikes me so deadly is the smile drafted on Vince's lips, as if by sudden gust of wind.

And the only thought that crosses my mind is, /he doesn't smile like that at me/. I shouldn't care, and I know it. I shouldn't' even linger on for another second on this flimsy panorama. But I can't help it - I'm already falling into Vince's charm. Too bad he'll never be there to catch me.

An indefinite magnet pulled Vince's eyes off his little slut and frowned into mine. He raised a brow as if he caught me doing something eerie and in a way I was, invading the privacy of the public. Being my delusional self, I obliged an iniquitous grin to bend onto my swelling lips, winked at him - erasing any sign of me actually being considerate of the fact, that somebody could make me feel so /alive/.

As I turned around, I couldn't help but feel plain as I intertwined with the rest of the crowd. A designer label was attached to everybody, suffocating any sign of difference that might be afloat. Now I knew why Vince's mother kept on irritating me about going shopping - she didn't want me to feel out of place, exactly like I did now.

My hair still was still positioned in a hippie form - with a vibrant headband smothering my auburn locks that cascaded down with rutted flaw.

An oversized navy shirt fleeted across my upper body, while cut off jeans enfolded my skinned legs which had ugly marking of scratches and bruises, which by now where melting into a darkening yellow.

As I sauntered through the halls, I couldn't help but make remark of the wondering eyes which stuck to me like overused glue. Whose ever eyes I did catch though didn't even bother to acknowledge my existence, instead a wrinkling worry of concern overpowered on their forehead. They were afraid that I would come in and wreck their little perfect world, scattered with unknown lies, layered in greasy deceit.

I wandered into homeroom nonchalantly, picking a seat right by the corner window. It gave a good outlook of the recently cut grass, the scent tingling at my nose. Benches sprawled across the yard as kids chatted up before heading inside to class. They were all so /happy/, overjoyed with simple delicacies. I've never been around so many ecstatic people. The pressure alone from that made me feel ominous, as if I wasn't good enough to be in their world of eternal elation.

"Somebody has a crush." The nerd's - Luke's - voice buzzed right through my soul, breaking the seal of contemplation.

"What the /hell/ are you talking about?" I tried to sound vulgar, threatening but instead ending up echoing a baby seal whose curiosity got the best of it.

"I saw the way you were looking at pretty boy over there - Vince. You can't hide that engulfed look on your face." Luke caught the chair next to me, plopping down as if he owned this place.

"You're fucking pathetic. I don't know anyone but him, so I was just glancing around." I uttered, rolling my eyes in disgust. I didn't even have to explain this to Luke, yet alone to anyone. But if I didn't say something he'd obviously be under the impression that I'm crushing on Vince.

"You know me," He teased, but the muscles in his brow relaxed and he leaned back into the chair, his earlier crease gone - vanished.

"I mistook you, judged to early." I tell him, chewing on my ball point pen. The eraser tastes greasy in my mouth, but I ignore the odd flavor and continue, "I thought you would be one of em', shy geeks. Turns out you're just an annoying pathetic, loser who thinks he can get girls by stalking them."

He chuckles, not insulted; which was precisely what I was aiming for. I can see his muscles flaunting as he intertwines his fingers behind his neck and kicks his feet up over his chair, "Funny," He shares, "I took you for the type to usually not be into guys like Vince. Guess we're both bad at judging people."

"Aren't you just charming?" I add sarcastically, but the guy just won't hop of my dick.

"You really want to compete with Auburn?" He blurts out, while I give him a questioning look. "Vince's girlfriend?"

"For the last goddamn time, I am /not/ interested in him."

"Good, than you're free for coffee after school?"