“You fucking lied to me.” I said to a guy older than me by 2 years.
I was only 15 around that time and he was 17. He isn’t your
usual type of guy that you would pry after but to me, he was
the whole package that I wanted so badly.
He was a geek, a nerd, a dancer, a guitarist, taller than me,
and he was definitely sweet. Well, I thought he was.
I fell in love with him so hard that I would disobey my
dad’s rules and go home late just to spend time with him
in the corridors of our school. I remember those times when
he’d just randomly wrap his arms around my waist for a hug
from behind me causing my skin to tingle. There was even that
one time when he pecked me on the cheek during lunch time
infront of alot of people. They teased me and everything and
all I did was blush madly like the young, innocent and naive
thing I was.
Everything went wrong when I found out one of the prettiest
girls I know liked him too. She had no idea that I liked him.
Yet I supported her. Why? Well, that’s because I’m the kind of
person who isn’t selfish. I didn’t think though what was yet to
come.
He then promised me that he would ask me to court me
sometime that week. I call that day though the dreadful
day.
Then that dreadful day came, when I decided to hang out
with him because I knew that he would be asking me that day
but this time he brought her along and she sat in between me and
him. I put my negative thoughts away by listening to music on
my ipod’s maximum volume. Then from the corner of my eye
I saw it.
They kissed.
A pain in my chest that made me sneer and grimace caused
a stray tear to fall down my cheek. I stood up immediately
with my back turned to them, I told them I was going to the
comfort room. With that I briskly walked to it and slammed a
cubicle door shut and locked it. I put down the seat cover
and sat there propping my feet up against the door.
Hot streams of salty tasting liquid rushed down my face and
dripped all over my white uniform top. I felt so cold.
“Hello?” the girl called out.
I hushed my sobbing so that she would just leave me be.
I heard her walk away when I was almost done crying.
When I was finished I unlocked the cubicle door and opened it
only to reveal that she was just standing there. I clenched my
teeth together and walked past her shooting her a glare before
heading out of the comfort room.
There he stood. Right there.
“You fucking lied to me.” I said with an obvious tone of betrayal.
“I’m so-” He said but then was cut off by my fist hitting him square
in the jaw.
“Fuck you!” I shouted at him and stormed off.
That’s love for you. Full of hopes, heartaches, and for me: my fists.
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