Spencer’s point of view. 

It hurts so much sometimes, the love. You wish it away on a daily basis, pray at night it will just leave you be. You wish you could claw away the skin and bone that cover your heart and just take it out. Rid yourself of it. Then she smiles at you in some random hallway. Her smile is magic. It does magic things to you, like for the rest of your day nothing can brake into the bubble of happiness that she surrounded you with. Days like that, although far and few between, you forget about the tears and the almost constant ache. The ache is not only located in your chest, your heart, no its your entire being that hurts, because you love her with everything you have. Your mind and heart and body. It’s all hers, if she had wanted it. That makes you sad again, because she does not want it. She barely knows who you are. After two years in almost all the same classes, she barely knows your name. You’re not sure whose fault that is, yours for being too scared and shy to approach her, or hers for not caring about anyone that was not in the golden circle.

You sigh to yourself as you watch her, all of them really. They’re used to being looked at, all truly popular people are. Sometimes you wonder if they play a part in public, if they try to live up to the image they so carefully constructed. You watch as Madison scowls at some poor freshman that dared to smile at her, making some comment about how there should be a vaccine against losers. You give her points for knowing what a vaccine is, you did not think a cheerleader would, but you bet ten bucks she couldn’t spell it.

Your eyes drift to Aiden. You sometimes wish it was him you loved, because even though he was the ultimate jock, king of the court and everything, he wasn’t a bad guy. Not too bright, but a generally well meaning guy. He helped you out in PE once, showed you how to get up that god awful climbing rope without falling on your ass. Your own brother wouldn’t do that for you, hell, he usually laughed the hardest when you fell.