John's POV
I lay on my bed, my hands behind my head and my eyes drifting closed.
What is wrong with me?
Rolling over, my eyes screwed shut and I tried to squish that thought from my brain.
Nothing is wrong with me, it's her.
Maybe if she'd paid me some attention then I wouldn't be so worked up about this!
She's the only girl I've ever come to know who's not given one single care for me!
Is that what is drawing me towards her so bad?
Instead of drooling over Paul, she could be day dreaming about me!
I should be the one she want's to spend time with, risking her lunch breaks to see me.
But no, it's pretty Paul she wants.
That girly excuse for a boy.
I will end up with her and he knows it.
That's why he's been clinging to her so bad.
Tomorrow, that's when this all shall start.
Tomorrow, she'll realise she's mine.
To-tomor-rrow...
I yawned and my eyes faded into the blackness, the rage flowing through my body as I dreamt of my new plan.