Ifellin love with him the exact same time she did.
Although I know now that I never would’ve done anything to hurt their relationship, it still wasn’t right.
You don’t do that to your own sister, and I’ll always be regretful of that.
Not of my love for Arrow but what he was and stillisto my sister.
So maybe we should talk and figure things out.
Maybe.I don’t know.
I don’t know anything except that he’s gone and he might be getting back together with my sister.
Which is great because everything will be right in his world.
He won’t feel like a failure. All his anger will go away. He will be like the old Arrow, calm and collected, unruffled by anything around him.
So why do I wanna cry?
Why do I wanna dissolve in my sheets at night?
Why do I wanna tell him to never ever change? To be like this forever.
But that’s not all I want.
I also wanna tell him.
I wanna tell him that I love him, which is crazy. I went to great lengths to protect this secret. I was running away because of it.
I don’t know what I hope to accomplish by telling him because we’re completely opposite of each other.
He’s this great perfectionist who hates making mistakes and I’m anything but perfect. He has all these rules and I love breaking them. He’s a soccer superstar and up until recently, I hadn’t even played on an actual team. And even though I have this little dream of applying to the youth program for next summer, I’m still not a fit girlfriend for a celebrity athlete.
Besides, for all I know, he’s back together with Sarah and if my sister makes him happy, then so be it.
I’ll never stand in the way of his happiness.
At least it’s Friday and I’m out with the girls at Ballad of the Bards, and I don’t have to think about all these things.
Plus Miller has been particularly nasty to me all week so I really need a little break.
I’m not dressed up or anything though. I have my regular clothes on, my cargo pants and a simple t-shirt with my chunky sweater over it.
I’m not wearing any lipstick either.
There’s no use wearing it if I can’t pout my lips at him and get punished for it.
Oh and tonight I’ve chosen to not dance as well.
So I’m sitting by the bar with Wyn, who has a sketchbook out, while Poe flirts with a guy at a nearby table and Callie is off somewhere.
With Reed Jackson.
He was already here when we all came in and since his dark eyes were pinned to the door, he spotted Callie right away. And since Callie already knew he was going to be here, she flirted with her bartender friend and danced with a few guys before disappearing.
As friends, we should be more worried about the fact that she completely vanished from sight.
But as friends, we also know that there’s something between her and him. Something crazy and volatile and well, epic.
