He doesn't love me.

Buzz Buzz  goes my alarm clock.
Uhg, I hate that clock. I throw my hand on my side table, shutting the clock off.
I stand up from my bed, I brush my teeth.

Then for some strange reason, I don't take my bath. I just wear my clothes and run my hand through my hair. After which I complain how it's a mass of frizzled curls that never rest, even though I never use any detangler or combs.

I rush out of the house trying to run away from my abusive father who became abusive when my mother died. He blames me.
Today is the first day of senior year. It's my last year of highschool.
I hate my highschool, because I get bullied a lot. I hate the most popular boy in school who also happens to be my long time crush.

His name is Blaze Knight, because his name just has to. His eyes are as dark as night (yeah I just said that), and when he directs at me that dark gaze, my skin is set ablaze(puns and random rhymes make a good teen fiction).

He has a whole sleeve of tattoos, because it doesn't matter that he's a minor and still in highschool. He's a Playboy, and the cheerleaders are all chasing after him like the sluts they are. Especially the head cheerleader whose a bitch because she's blonde, beautiful and wears makeup.
Did I mention that Blaze and I used to be best friends but popularity took him away from me.

Now I have a new best friend. Her name is Isabella and she's African American only for the author to seem inclusive. There's a gay Asian boy that sits with us during lunch with his hair dyed blue and 7 piercings on his face alone. He's just there so the author can use the name Lee. There's also the Muslim girl who is unhappy with her religion that sits beside the Asian.

Today is strange for some reason. Blaze hasn't shoved me into any walls today and his plastic cheerleader bitch friends haven't poured any cold drinks on me.
As a matter of fact, Blaze has actually been nice to me and he's stopped all his jock friends from bullying me as well. Because of this small act, all the buried intense feelings of love I had for him have resurfaced.

I'm walking down the school hallway and because I'm lost in thought and I just have to be a clutz for the plot to move forward, I bump into a wall. Oh wait, it's actually a human chest. I wonder how the human chest of a teenage boy is similar to a wall? Oh well, it's for the plot anyways.
He's the other boy that will give Blaze a run for his money.
He's smart, unlike blaze. Good looking, just like Blaze. Extremely nice to me, very much unlike Blaze and most importantly, hasn't bullied me for the past 3 years. Definitely not like Blaze.

But it doesn't matter, because toxically masculine men always win and I guess bullying isn't that big of a deal.
It doesn't matter that I cut and almost killed myself because of it.
It doesn't matter anyways, because it's Blaze afterall.
And he doesn't love me.