Lily

Lily is a selfish bitch.  That whore stole the man I love right out from under me and then broke his heart.  I want to comfort him, but he won't let me.  I'm sure she somehow managed to poison him against me.  I don't know what I ever did to make her hate me so much.  I didn't do anything; she's just a hateful, mean-spirited bitch who deserves to be unhappy her entire life.

Lily is a woman of mystery, shrouded in shadows and intrigue.  Okay, seriously, Lily is one secretive chick.  I consider myself her friend and she still rarely tells me why she does what she does.  Even when I ask, she still won't reveal her true motivations.  She doesn't lie, just says that she'd rather not say.  The nice thing is, if I ever had some secret of my own, I know I could trust Lily to keep it for me.

Lily is a loyal friend.  I'm not even really sure she'd consider me a friend, but I consider her one.  She always treated me with respect and stood up for me when no one else would.  She only betrayed my trust once, and that ended up saving my life.  I hear others call her names and talk about how much they hate her.  All I can think is that if she ever did do the things to them that they claim she did, she must have had good reason.  Even if her reason is that they're all brats and bitches, that would be enough for me.

Lily is alright, I guess.  She's kinda cute and if my girlfriend didn't hate her so much for reasons that I try to ignore, I might even try to be her friend.  I'm not going to lie, sometimes I wish I'd ended up with a girl like Lily instead of with the girl I've got.  It goes without saying that you won't tell my girl I said that.  There'll be trouble both for me and for you if you do.  But anyway, Lily, yeah.  No matter how much bad shit I hear about her, I just can't quite bring myself to hate her.

Lily is the scum of the earth.  She thinks she's all that.  Well newsflash:  she isn't!  She isn't as smart as she seems, I mean, why would she get on my girl's bad side if she were?  And why would she stand up for that little garbage troll girl?  She's a dumb bitch, that's why.  I mean, she can't seriously think that the power lies in her.  She knows we're what's what.  Why does she have to go messing with us?  People say we're mean, but we haven't done anything Lily hasn't done herself.  She really is scum.  There's no better way to say it.

Lily is an angel.  When she told me about that girl wanting to hurt herself, I saw in her eyes that she wasn't just stepping forward out of some sort of moral obligation.  She really cared.  When I was her age, I don't know if I could have done the same.  She has a strength of character that extends beyond her years.  I admire her and yet, I'm not sure I could say I envy her.  There are consequences for being the type of person she is, most notably that others don't see her for what she really is, and choose to hate her instead.

Lily is a heart-breaker, but not in a bad way.  I know we could have been happy together, but I don't blame her for leaving me like she did.  Like she said, we're just kids really, and as much as she might think she loves me now, it's not destined to last and it isn't worth all this pain.  If I could get up the nerve to talk her again, I'd tell her that being apart is the thing that's not worth all this pain, but I can't bring myself to betray her like that.  I know why she did what she did.  I don't hate her for it.  The person I really hate is Sarah for making Lily feel so guilty for being with me that she couldn't be with me at all.  Lily never told me who it was that secretly "loved" me, but I know it's Sarah.  And I know it isn't love.  What I feel for Lily is love.  What Lily felt for me, I'd like to think it was love.  Even what Lily feels for Sarah is much closer to love than anything Sarah could ever feel.  Sarah is nothing by a selfish whore.  She'll never see.  She'll never understand.  And until she does understand (which is never) she and I will never be together, and so I can never be with Lily either.  Thanks, Sarah.  You're the real heart-breaker whore of a monster woman.  Thanks a lot.

Eyes

She looked at me with those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the full moon,dazzling like diamonds.  There was a longing in those eyes that I couldn't fathom.  How I loved those eyes, but when I closed my own, I knew that I didn't love her.

"No," I said resolutely, not even the hint of the trembling I feared would betray me in my voice.  "I'm sorry, but still no."

"Can't you at least look at me when you say that?" she pleaded.

I knew I couldn't.  If I opened my eyes again, I would be lost.  I yearned for her eyes, to see them every day of my life, the beauty and the pain and the mystery of them.  But I couldn't.  I knew it would be the most foolish thing I ever did if I were to say yes to her.

To focus my mind, I thought of all I knew of her.  Her eyes might be like diamonds, but her heart was like a stone.  She was greedy and selfish and superficial.  She cared more for my money than for me by far.  I couldn't even begin to understand her full motives, and that terrified me.  She lied to me nearly every time she opened her mouth.

"But..."

"No," I said again, nearly kicking myself that time as I heard my voice quiver.  I was sure she would go in for the kill, but she didn't.  There was only silence.  Pouting I was sure.  I was tempted to open my eyes to see if she was even still there, but the risk was too great.  If she was pouting, those eyes would overcome me for sure.

It seemed like an eternity passed.  I felt my pulse quicken and sweat drip down my nose, but still my eyes remained resolutely shut.  And then finally, after two eternities, the bell finally rang.

I listened to the shuffle, pulse starting to slow to normal, and when the commotion had settled, I opened my eyes again and smiled.

A pretty and honest face looked back at me.  "Taking a nap?" she asked with a shy grin.

When I saw the genuine nervousness in her eyes and her smile, I relaxed entirely and knew everything was now going to be okay, for me at least.  "Hi," I said, choosing not to answer her question but instead reaching my hand across the table, "I'm Anthony."

"Sarah," she said, returning the gesture.

"So Sarah," I said, leaning back and trying to casually wipe the remaining sweat from my cheeks and nose, "what's your story?"

As Sarah blushed and began to talk, I looked straight ahead and did my best to listen.  Her eyes were pretty, but not the captivating cesspools of the wicked woman who now sat a few feet away talking to the man to my left.  May God have mercy on that man's soul.