He's cold, insensitive and rude... But why can't I stay away?
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My love life was the last of my problems. Last year, bullies, penny less... Senior year didn't present itself exactly as a dream. And everything gets even worst when...
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The course was barely a couple months from being over. Senior year. A few months and I wouldn't be walking down these halls, seeing these people... They say high school is the best time of one's life; but I guess I was the exception to that rule, because except some parts of this last year, there were barely parts that I want to remember.
And as for friends and experiences, if you take Norah, Macy and Connor out the equation; there weren't many that would be remarkable in my life. And two out of those three just came here a few months ago.
Yeah, my school life has been disappointing and depressing if I think of it. But it would be over soon. And now things were starting to get stressing with exams and teachers breathing down my neck.
And there was Brett. Always Brett.
Who, by the way, wasn't talking to me.
Worse, who was sending me glares when he thought I wasn't looking and didn't even glance my way when I was.
I couldn't tell if he was mad, ashamed, bitter or all the above; but the thing was that I didn't like it. There was something completely wrong and off about having him avoiding me. That literally never happened before.
When we were little we were always together, when things went bad and I didn't want him near, he still stuck to me no matter what, lately we'd been kinda growing the friendship again, but now... Now he was avoiding me. And I got no clue of what to do about it. I couldn't even fully decide if I wanted to go along or beg him to take me back.
'How can you be so selfish?'
His words kept echoing in my mind, even louder and more painful than his confusing confession about apparent feelings for me.
Was I selfish? Was I really a bad friend from not having seen it coming? For not having stopped? Connor said I wasn't and so did the girls.
But even with all the mess, I still needed to give his jacket back... maybe use the chance to talk about what happened too, but that turned out to be an impossible seeing he was always surrounded by the usual crows of fans and other popular kids. Meaning there was no way I would approach him and risk a possible humiliation. Not to mention that Jade and Noel were also in the popular crowd and I really didn't want to be near them.
The final bell rang and since I knew today they had football practice I decided that this would be the best chance to just get over with it painlessly. I knew that when the team was on the field they left his jackets on the bench by it. I could drop by, wordlessly left Brett's among the other's and walked out just as invisible. It sounded like a plan.
The usual hate note fell out my locker when I pulled it open. Heat and embarrassment mixed with the dread of those awful messages I get. I didn't even read them anymore, knowing it would only hurt; but this time I didn't move fast enough and someone else took it from the ground before I could bend.
