November cries,

November skies would try to mend my heart a little longer - my lips sealed into the sky and the grey clouds.

Slowly, I look at your table, noticing your eyes linger a little longer, and you would push him away, only to walk my way.

Jennie's eyes would make the skies cries soften. But I wasn't the one to really be fooled.

My body tilts away from your pierced gaze, my walls come crashing when you pull my wrist, only to make our faces meet in a daze.

Your friends, they were looking with these smirks that made me want to throw up.

I gave Jennie my back, and walked away not realizing she was following me into the bathroom.

My eyes would be focused on the ground, your presence already suffocating me.

Your hand finds mine, but I flinch and pull away.

"What do you want?". My breathing becomes rapid, but you don't notice. You were too busy trying to fix something that was too broken Jennie.

"Talk to me". You whisper, expecting me to be the quiet loser who would whine about the issue.

But, I don't even blame you when; they were the issue.

"And say what?". I bravely look back at you, your gaze begging for mercy but I knew it deep inside. This was just a show for you. "Jennie, please be my friend?".

My sarcastic statement probably shook right through your walls, my questions seeming to catch you off guard.

"That a loser like me wants to befriend the angel that everyone likes?". Arms crossed I stand, "And no Jennie, I'm not like them".

"At least, I can't be".

Your voice stops me, "Then why are you refusing to talk to me?".

"Why are you refusing to talk to me when.. you know that you aren't them?". You question my insecurities, my helpless feelings were being masked by a flame.

I hold my posture like a soldier, but deep inside I was melting. "Because we're just so different, and I'm tired of feeling pity for myself and watching your friends laugh at me".

"And more importantly". I sharply looked deep inside of your eyes, "Watch you helplessly stand there when they would make fun of someone like me and not do anything".

"But you matter—".

"Don't lie!". For the first time, I raise my voice on you Jennie, the look of surprise was written on your face, identifying my act like betrayal.

"I mean nothing to you". Jennie's eyes widen. "I heard it Jennie, I heard it all". I admit the truth, but your eyes certainly lied.