[not a poem, and not my idea. I just wrote the story]

I shrink against the lockers, waiting for the face I know all too well. But I wish I didn’t as much as I do.

“Hey… babe,” the deep voice I used to love more than anything comments, as his hand falls beside my head against the lockers. “What did you say you wanted to talk about?”

He looks almost nervous, his brown eyes searching the hallway for an unknown reason.

“The truth.”

Gavin’s eyes widen a bit.

“Wha- What? Why?”

Hah. _Not so perfect now, Gav._

I’m trying to relish in seeing Gavin nervous, but my heart is still beating out of my chest. It hurts, to think of what he did.

I stand straighter, my eyes trying to capture his in a threatening stare.

“What’s the first name that comes to your mind? A person, not an object.”

The last few words burn in my brain. Of course, he won’t say my name. _Not an object._

It’s not like he sees me as a person.

“Gavin.”

A scoff slips from my lips as I push his shoulder back. He himself looks taken aback, and not just by the gesture.

“What about besides yourself?” I continue, swallowing what I really mean to attempt to keep my cool.

“Ryan?”

There’s confusion in his tone, along with the fondness you would say when talking about a best friend.

“There’s a reason you’re not saying my name.”

The sentence must startle him because his jaw clenches, and Gavin forces himself closer to me, his hand returning to the lockers.

“Just say what you mean.”

Gavin hasn’t said my name in weeks.

“_You_ just say my _name,”_ I say, finally.

“What do you mean?”

“Say my name, please, Gavin.”

His expression shifts a bit, his teeth gritting together as he looks at me in aggression.

“Isla.”

The four letters are the coldest I’ve ever heard. Not a single ounce of love, joy, or even respect.

Which causes me to lose all of it for him.

My hand knocks into his shoulder, so hard, he falls back three feet away.

“To you, I’m an object. To me, I’m a person…” I decide to share the same feeling to him, “_Gavin.” _The word is bitter as I hiss it out. “I guess the truth finally came to light.”

And I walk off, waiting until finally I know he’s not following me.

The tears fall oh-so-slowly.