She is insufferable.
Unabashed.
Buck toothed.
Short.
Passionate.
Impulsive.
She is like a wildfire that ignites a primal rage in me.
The ways her words flow on a page.
Any assignment.
As knowledgeable as me.
She breaks my brain.
She shouldn’t exist.
Her kind are supposed to be gross.
Stupid.
Subhuman.
Dirty blood.
And it was easy when we were younger.
To hate her.
Say she cheated, schemed or lied.
A know it all, who couldn’t sit still.
Scum who befriends freaks.
But she’s older now.
Big hazel eyes, and a soft, cute jaw.
Her big hair, less bushy.
But a part of me misses the frizz.
How dare she sink under my skin.
How dare she think she could win
Against my prestige. My charms. My wits.
It would never work, I know that fact.
That’s the only thing stopping me from letting my feelings react.
Stupid. Dirty. Pretty. Frizz.