everything that follows is true and from my actual life; that being said please do not criticize for things you don’t agree with. i understand that some people would handle these things differently and i respect that. that being said this is the truth.
it was the first day of my junior year. my family and i had moved here a few months prior to me starting school but had lived in a hotel. since my parents were buying a house that was in the middle of construction. it was thurday, august 17th, 2006, i remember it exactly. like it had happened yesterday.
i hastly found the room for my first class about five minutes before it began. i didn’t know anyone, so i just chose a seat in the back. but not the back back, i picked the second seat from the back. the teacher began to quiet us down and try to get us to pay attention to what she was saying, but somehow, i don’t think it was working. about a minute before the bell rings, he walks in.
my heart fluttered the minute our eyes met, like it had never seen someone so amazingly gorgeous before. he slowly walked to the seat behind me and dropped his new bag on the floor and pulled out a pencil. i couldn’t help but think of how amazing he smelled when he had walked past me. i knew i had to talk to him or at least get him to acknowlege my existance. this boy in the next row, leans over and says to him, “hey bud, long time no talk.” and he just responds with a simple, “hah. yeah, was a crazy summer.” and when he says that, my heart kind of sinks. my thoughts begin to race and all i can think about is what does he mean by “crazy.”
the boy leans in again and asks, “what happened with your girlfriend?” as if things weren’t worse with the crazy summer comment, he has a girlfriend. but then he says, “man, things didn’t work out. and i don’t want to talk about it or her.” things are over?? i was so relieved that he was single. but i still felt bad because here i am, thrilled he’s girlfriend-less, while he’s noticably in pain from the mere mention of her. i turn around and proceed to ask, “what happened with her? you seem really upset.” he looks at me, blinks hard twice, looks away breifly and returns to look at me. and says, “she’s nothing, nothing important anyways. do you have someone?” i reluctantly say yes, now don’t get me wrong! i loved the boy i left behind when i moved. but when i had asked him if he was going to come visit, he said no. how was i supposed to react to that? i’m not going to wait for some loser to realize what he has.
it’s truely amazing how time flys when no one is paying any attention and the next thing i know is that the bell rings and everyone is grabbing their things and running to their next class. WHAT? my dream boy is going to be gone until the next class session???? i was ready to get home and tell mom about this boy. so when i see the house, i burst in and yell for her and when she appears. i tell her everything about my day and that oh-so-amazing boy. it was like love at first sight. he was the hunter and i was the doe, shot with the silver bullet of love.
the next couple of days were amazing in class with him and our friendship was growing pretty fast, and i could help but be excited. he seemed interested in me but never did anything because of the boy i had mentioned. the next week came, everyday i would rush to class, hoping to have a few minutes with him but everytime, he is no where to be found. i had gone weeks, rushing to class, with him never being there. my mind was configuring a million different situations of what happened to him. yet, i was left with one thing: his absence.
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