Rose-tinted Vision.

He stared at her from across the lunch room, and watched her every move as she ate the food in front of her.

Bouncy blonde curls sat comfortably on her shoulder, glittering, to him, in the soft light. He licked his lips, and imagined kissing hers. Imagined being with her, just the two of them.

Her smile was dazzling to him, two sets of perfectly white teeth shone as she laughed at some unheard joke.

She was an angel, with aquamarine eyes that you could swim in for an eternity. Every single move she made was graceful, almost fluid.

He imagined her to be very flexible.

He glanced around, making sure nobody had spotted him drooling over Isabelle Andrews yet again. Not that anyone paid attention to him anyway.

He was nothing. She was everything. Things like that just didin't add up; make sense.

Going back to his own personal Venus, he couldn't help but notice her boyfriend sat next to her. Evan McArthur. He practically spat the name with his thoughts.

There was a new kind of venom in his eyes as he pictured Evan taking a long walk off of a short cliff. That happened sometimes; silly accidents.

A smirk formed on his lips as he played the scream in his mind, and then replayed it. He saw flailing limbs, accompanied by a sickening crunch of broken bones. The smirk turned into a complete sneer.

A waste of space like Evan did not deserve a goddess like Isabelle. A waste of space like Evan was not even fit to kiss the floor she walked across.

So what kind of cruel God let it be that he got a girl like her?

The way Evan treated her made him feel queasy. He could barely stand it when they got into a fight. It never was Isabelle's fault. She couldn't help being the most beautiful girl in the world.

Hatred bubbled up in the pit of his stomach, and he forced himself to look back at the vision sat next to the scumbag. He felt calm again, as though a great weight had been lifted off of him, just my looking at her face.

" Look, that freak Garth's gawping at Isabelle again." an unfounded voice broke through his thoughts. The sniggers that came with it cut him like a knife.

He stood at such a speed the chair crashed to the ground behind him, and the hall came to a standstill to stare. It remained there as Garth Whitehall swept from the room without another word.

The End

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