Love Me Kindly

My Senior Crush

"Kiara! Guess what?!!" I cried, barging into my best friend room. I placed my bookbag on her bed and headed straight to her pink comfortable chair, I loved to sit on.

It was common for me to come straight to my best friend house after school. We usually walk to her house together, but today she had a dentist appointment, so she did not come.

Kiara was on her bed with bottles of nail polish laying by her side. Her long dark brown hair was tied into a pretty neat bun. She wore a pretty pink shirt and jeans, with colorful socks on her feet. She was fanning her hands back and forth, so that her completely polished nails would dry.

"What is it?" She said eager as well.

"Do you know that guy I had a crush on in math class? Well, today he sat by me, and told me that I was cute, then he asked for my number!"

"Let me guess , you gave it to him, did you?"

"Well, of course I did." I said. I noticed the sudden change in her mood.

"Look, you know just as I know that the only reason why he asked for your number is because you are smart. I mean do not get me wrong, you are cute, but it is your intelligence that attracted him to you. The guy is a senior and barely does his work. All he needs is a smart girl like you to do his work so he can pass the class and graduate.

I shifted awkwardly in her chair. I definitely was not expecting that.

"So when he call, should I answer?"

She stop swaying her hands and checked each of fingernails to see if they were dry. "No. And don't worry, he wouldn't care anyway. The guy probably has a notebook filled with girls' numbers. He has all the help he needs."

I frowned at her answer, however, I could not help, but agree. He had plenty of girls chasing after him; desperately trying to be his girlfriend. Why would he want go out with a girl like me? Although I do have a great appearance, my hair is black, thick, and straight I'm slightly tall, have brown skin, average weight for my age (16) and book smart; I am also known as the nerd in school. I barely talked to anyone in school besides, Kiara and plus I am a Junior and he is a Senior, so my chances with him are real slim.

"Well, so much for that." I sighed.

"Oh, come on Nicole, you'll find someone that won't use you." She reached for my book bag that I had placed on her bed earlier and unzipped it to see what homework I had inside.

"We began a new lesson in math on arithmetic sequences."

"Is this the homework for it?", she asked pulling out two identical papers. I have gotten one for me and one for her.

" Yes. It seems pretty easy. " But based on the look on Kiara face as she look at the paper said otherwise.

Kiara eyes grew big as she examined it. "I sure hope so." She placed my homework sheet back in my book bag. "Your crush is not the only one who is having a hard time in math." She looked at me and smiled.

I got up from the chair and walk towards her. "Yes, and I tried so many times to help you out, but you acted like you did not need my help.

She groaned, " Are you going to lecture me about it or are you gonna help?"

I laughed, "Yes I'll help, but only because your best friend."

"Yay!" She shouted, throwing her hands up." I knew you would."

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Sometimes I asked myself why I can not find a decent boyfriend. All I find is the messy ones. Ones that get with you for a short period time, then the next thing you know he catch feelings for some other girl and leave you out in the cold. I am tired of that. I feel ashamed of myself for keep falling for it. I'll think that my new relationships would work, but all it do is leave me hurt in the end. I'm tired of crying after every break up. Not once I ever dumped a boy, they always dumped me. Sometimes I think that there is something wrong with me which causes what seems like gallon of tears evolve inside of me and roll uncontrollably down my face. Kiara witnessed them all every time.