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My Story
*Let me start by saying that this is my first try at a decent story, don't be too critical please :]*
I loved him, or so I thought. We met almost 2 years ago, fell for each other a year and a half ago, started going out 11 months ago, and broke up 4 months and 16 days ago, on our 7 month-anniversary. Today is the morning of the first day of school, the first time I'll see him in 3 months. As much as I don't want to admit that he is the only reason I'm not faking sick to get out of going to school today, he is. He's the main reason, at least. It's not that I still like him, well I don't think it's that. I think it's more that I want to see how he's changed. I want to see if he'll notice me. I was pretty rude to him a couple days ago and told him that I couldn't handle talking to him, and he started to ignore me later that night after some of my friends so geniously prank called him without blocking my number. He blames me for it, and I understand. I don't doubt that he wants nothing to do with me, but I guess I'm hoping for a miracle.
We're walking into school now and my eyes are scanning the entire school for a glimpse of him. I can't seem to think about much else at the moment other than seeing him and waiting to see if he notices me. I guess I missed him more than I realized. He's not a good person, though, and I know it. He's a player and he's everything I've never wanted, but at a time, back when I was oh so sure that I knew him, he was perfect and now I just can't help this. A flash of blonde catches my eyes as they dart quickly around the school. I slowly turn my eyes back towards the blonde and there he is. My breath catches for a second. "Longer hair," I think to myself. I slowly walk through the school with my best friend at my side as we go along greeting all our friends and exchanging small talk about our summer and how much we don't want to be at school right now. Schedules are being exchanged and I find that I have at least one friend in all of my classes. I heave a sigh of relief and turn around with a smile on my face. Suddenly, he's there.
He quietly hands me his schedule and takes mine out of my hand. My breath catches once again and my heart starts its crazy race. I never did understand how he had that effect on me. He carefully avoids looking at me as I stare at him and try to get my mind around the idea that he's there...with me. I jolt out of my brain blank and realize his schedule is in my hand. I quickly scan it, holding my breath. A huge grin spreads over my face because we have 2 classes together! I don't want him to see how happy I am at this piece of news and try to get rid of the wonderful fuzzy feeling growing inside me but he catches me smiling happily before I can smother it. He chuckles lightly, the smile I love gracing his face. I look at him, straight into his eyes, and realize that he's been watching me all the while I was scanning his schedule. There's a look in his eyes, part amusement, and a bigger part...could it be? "No," I silently tell myself. "Don't even let yourself falsely hope." He's still looking at me, and I him.
We're caught in a moment and suddenly, there's a flash on the right side of us. We both turn at the same time and see that a yearbook member has taken a picture of us, for the back-to-school segment. It hits me how we must have looked, staring into each other's eyes as if no one else exists, close enough to touch but far enough to feel like closing the distance. I look down and smile and I can feel him looking at me. "How are you?" he asks. I look up and reply, "I'm ok. How about you?" He hesitates for a moment and then says, "I'm ok, too. I guess I'll see you in class?" "Yeah...," I quietly reply. "I mi-," he starts, but then thinks better of it and starts to walk away. I raise my hand up, thinking of calling him back and telling him how much I missed him but then decide against it.
I slowly turn to go, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head over my shoulder. He's standing there, happiness and that twinkle in his eyes that he used to get back when he... "No," I sliently tell myself again. "I should just be thanking my lucky stars he's talking to me, that he's here with me." He slowly turns me around and stops. He seems to be thinking about something, and I just stand there, not sure of what to do. His face suddenly clears and he steps forward and envelops me in a hug. I stand there, frozen, too shocked to respond. It hits me though that HE is here, hugging me, and I immediately hug him back, making it deeper. I lose count of how long we stay like that. All I know is that in that one moment, I'm beyond happy. Happier than I've been in a long, long time. And I never want this moment to end. Every feeling for him that I had stifled swims dangerously back to the top and I feel overwhelmed by all the released...love?
I feel a hand tap on my shoulder, and I hear one of my friends say, "Hey...?" I slowly, and very reluctantly pull away. We look into each other's eyes and I feel so vulnerable. It's evident how much I missed him and I feel like maybe, just maybe he missed me too. I smile at him, forgetting for a moment that we broke up, and start to say, "I lo-," but then suddenly stop myself as I realize that he probably doesn't feel the same way about me. He waits, as if he wants me to finish my sentence. I look back at him, hoping he will say what is on my mind instead. He silently sighs, hugs me again quickly, then walks away.
I stare after him, unable to comprehend what just happened. He turns once he gets to his friends, and smiles at me. I can't help but smile back through my daze. "He loves you," my heart seems to be screaming. "He loves you." I smile wider realizing that my heart is...right. I smile at him one more time before turning around to start the mindless small talk again. "It will be a good year," I tell myelf. " I can just feel it." A whole new start. Another chance at "us." =]
