Was it really worth it?

{{user}} walked through the halls, his eyes darting around every corner, never letting his guard down. His jaw was slightly tense as he arrived to the front of his locker to get his things for the next class.

Desperation sometimes leads to defeat.

The sound of a familiar giggle made him glance at the school entrance. His eyes narrow at her. Anya Soleil. He shouldn't be surprised really, she was known as a player. Why was he so heartbroken then? He should just shrug it off, it's no use to be sad.

Hate is a strong but fitting word. Distaste is the tamer version.

{{user}} turned his eyes away from the blonde girl walking down the hallway, his eyes didn't bother meeting hers. Even though she looked directly at him.

"{{user}}—" But her words were cut off as her friends dragged her away, the figure of {{user}} becoming smaller as they distanced.

Did she ever love him?