The room went quiet and then exploded into accusations as Lizzy came in. “You need to keep better control on that boy!” Paige’s mom said angrily, pointing at me. I was still silent. What if…

“You knew.”

Everyone went silent at my whisper and gave me confused looks. “Seamus-” Lizzy started but I cut her off. “You knew,” I whispered again. She just looked lost. “What? I knew what?” I clenched my fists and flipped my hair to hide the pain in my eyes. “You knew!” I exploded and stood up.

I couldn’t be there anymore. I made my way towards the door. “Mr. Fitzpatrick come back this instant!” the principal cried angrily. I just kept walking. “Seamus!” Lizzy cried. I ignored her and left the room.

I walked down the halls and leaned against the lockers miserably. I dropped my head into my hands which rested gently on my knees. This was terrible. I knew it was too good to be true. Me? In love? Couldn’t happen.

“Seamus?”

Alex sat next to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked gently. I brought my head up. “Like you care?” I growled. “I do!” she said and blushed. I sighed.

“Alex, I was high and drunk. I don’t love you.” She looked…hurt? She blushed deeper. “I know,” she mumbled. She brushed my hair out of my eyes. “Your eyes are really pretty Seamus.”

I shoved her away. “No!” I said seriously. “Stop it! I don’t love you Alex. I love the attention I get from you. I love it when the kids in school start whispering about me. I love the attention. Not the people who give it to me.”

She bit her lip sadly. “Oh.” Holy shit this was awkward. I stood up. “Look, just forget it all alright? I’ll never love you. Ever.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I hate you Alexandria Arnold. I hate you so much. But I love how much attention that hate gets me.”

And I walked away from her.

***Alex’s POV***

As soon as he was out of sight, I ran to the bathroom and hid in a stall as I cried silently. Stupid attention whore! He hated me? Stupid Seamus! Stupid, stupid Seamus!

So why did I still want to kiss him?

Why did I want to just hug him and beg him to love me?

Why?

I wiped my eyes and went to look at myself in the mirror. I was a wreck. I reapplied my makeup and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. “What happened?” Paige asked.

I told her everything. Everything he had said. “That’s why you can’t trust emos,” she grumbled. I nodded slowly. She was right. I shouldn’t trust stupid fags like Seamus Fitzpatrick.

***Seamus’s POV***

“Seamus, what’s going on with you?” Lizzy demanded when I got home from school. I hid my eyes with my hair again. “You knew all along and you ignored it!” I screamed. She threw her hands up. “I knew what?!” she screamed.

“You knew I wanted this attention! You knew all along I was screaming out for someone to notice me and you just hoped that need would go away!”

She glared. “What are you talking about Seamus?” I screamed in frustration. “I lost him Lizzy! I lost him and I needed someone to help me through that pain and you guys ignored me!” Her face was bright red.

“You spoiled bastard! Stop acting like you’re the only one who lost someone that day! He was my dad too! He was mom’s husband! You aren’t the only one who hurts!”

I stopped talking. The room went eerily silent, the air so thick with tension you could have sliced it with a knife. Lizzy was breathing heavily. “Go,” I said quietly. “Go live with the love of your life. I don’t want you around.”

Lizzy straightened up. “I already brought my stuff over to his apartment. I came here to say bye but now…I don’t want anything to do with you. Mom’s right. You’re just a spoiled brat.”

She glared and left the house.

I went into my room, alone at last. But…I didn’t like being alone. I waited quietly for Lizzy to come back so we could get back on good terms. She was my sister. I loved her, even though I never acted like it.

But she didn’t come back. I bit my lip and pulled out my cell phone. Damn pride. I didn’t want to call her. I wanted someone to distract me. Anyone.

I texted Gabby.

***Alex’s POV***

I sighed as I sat in my room. I was doing my hair, trying to distract myself. Next I would paint my nails this adorable pink color. Then I could pick out my outfit and catch up on all the latest gossip.

I logged onto my face book and scrolled down a bit. Ugh! Seamus showed up as a suggested friend. Against my own will, I clicked to view his profile. His profile picture was a shirtless reflection of him in his bedroom mirror. Typical man whore fag.

Attention whore.

I sighed and signed off. I didn’t want to think of Seamus. His words had actually caused me pain and I wasn’t sure why. I had cheerleading tomorrow and hopefully that would get my mind off things for a little.

Yea, of course it would! I just had to forget about Seamus. He was nothing to me. Nothing at all.

…

Lies.

He was attractive, funny, mysterious, and just…well, just him. I was in love with him. I was so deeply in love with him I didn’t know what to do anymore because he didn’t care for me.

But I would make him.

I was going to make Seamus Fitzpatrick fall in love with me.