I can’t stand how she’s just so nice to everyone.
At first I thought I was special to her. She paid attention to me, was interested in what I had to say and spent time with me. But I slowly started to notice she treated everyone that way.
If she were faking it, I could hate her. But her sickening sweetness is actually real.
Even when we're in a hurry, she opens the door for random strangers. She asks the checkout girl at the grocery store how her dog is doing. She knows the FedEx guy by name. And she smiles at everyone.
At times, it seems like I am her pseudo-boyfriend. I hang out with her, spend time with her friends, and listen to her girly ramblings.
I even paid the extra dollar for her movie ticket because she didn’t have enough. She just thanked me and said she would pay me back. Then she gave me a pat on my shoulder. That was all I got in return.
I don't want her money. What I hate is that I could be anyone to her – and not the one.
I am sick of her cruelty. I keep waiting for her to see me differently – for her bright green eyes to look at me the same way I look at her.
But what pisses me off more than anything is that I still can’t stop thinking about her.
If she would just be mean to me, blow me off, be a jerk to me, and give me an actual reason to hate her, I could feel better. Being her friend isn’t good enough. She’s a tease. Love me or hate me. But quit all this in-between crap.
She isn’t as nice as she thinks.
*Fiction