I tried talking to this Brad all period. But each time I was going to talk to him, I chickened out. I've never been like this. But, maybe it was my subconscious telling me to stay away.
Now, I think I need to fill you in a little here. My boyfriend will NOT let me talk to guys. He's always so jealous when they have my attention and he gets worried that I will leave him. But I absolutely adore Brandon. I mean, sure, we fight. But it's only because I do something to create this jealousy in him.
Gym class is over and I'm headed to my computer class. Ever since I was really little, I loved working on or playing with electronics. Though, this class isn't what I expected. On the first day, we started off with typing skills.
Once the bell rang, I was most definitely ready for home. Brandon and I walked to the buses, he kissed me goodbye, and he headed for football practice. This is my life. Boring as ever.
I walked through the door of my house about 30 minutes later and I heard my dad snoring. He was in his room sleeping. My dad never did sleep at night. Not since my mom died, just over a year ago.
My night went on like any other. Homework, chores, dinner, bed. Nothing fancy. And being an only child, that added extra boring to my life.
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It's Thursday now. My first week of school is already almost over.
I get up out of bed to get ready for school. I look in the mirror and my eyes are puffy and red still from last night. Brandon and I were fighting for hours last night. He always knows exactly what to say to hurt me!
I decided to put on a little more make up than usual around my eyes to balance everything out. I put on a cute sweater and some Aztec sweats. When I leave the house, I step onto the bus and my phone goes off. I have 37 texts from Brandon and 3 missed calls.
As I read through the texts, he is yelling at me. Basically telling me that I am irresponsible for not texting him this morning. Great, another day like this. As I read the texts, I feel the tears threatening to fall.
I decide not to text him. If he's going to be rude, he doesn't deserve me texting him.
As the bus pulls up to the school, my stomach drops. I'm scared what he's going to say to me. I step off the bus and go to the courtyard where we decided we would meet up everyday.
Moments later, a quiet Brandon turns the corner. This is when he is most furious with me. When he doesn't talk, it means it's dangerous. He sits down at the picnic table and doesn't even look at me. I sit down catty corner from him and look at the ground.
The ground is filthy. The cement is tore up, there's gum stains every 2 inches, and I already notice food scraps on the ground. We stay this way the whole time. The bell finally rings for us to start heading to class. Brandon stands up and walks away. No "I love you" or "See you later" from him. Just total silence. I stand up and walk the opposite direction to go to my class. As I walk away, the tears fall from my eyes.
I should've texted him back. Now he's mad at me. I always fuck things up!!
I take my seat in class and stare down at my desk. I can't stop the tears. People take their seats around me. No one says a word to me. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up. Brad is standing there giving me a comforting smile. I try and return the gesture, but even he knows how fake it is.
I finally stop crying about 10 minutes into the period. I stay focused on my work and wait for the bell. I want to scream and yell at Brandon for making me feel like I'm this horrible person. That's exactly what I'll do. I'll tell him EXACTLY how I feel.
Once the bell rings, I make my way to our meet up spot. Brandon decided to meet up on the side of the math building because no one goes over there. I take one look at him, my anger ignites within me.
"How dare you treat me like this?! Making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong! I was getting ready for school and you have the nerve to cuss me out over text and blow up my phone with call and texts!" I'm furious.
"Maybe you should be more responsibile. I only freaked out because I was scared you got in trouble or something. You always seem to get caught. We aren't even supposed to be together, but we are. And that's a risk. You need to be the one to text me first in the morning. And you take forever to respond and it makes me mad." He retaliates.
I begin to cry. He looks away and stands there. He checks the time on his phone and says "I have to go to class." Once again, no "I love you" or kiss goodbye. He left me here in tears.
I enter my second period class and the bell rings as I sit down. Within a matter of seconds, my phone buzzes. I have a text.
*Don't even bother looking for me. I've had it with your behavior. Stay away from me.*
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