What Goes Around

Gods and Triangles

        I had definately pissed off those hypothetical gods.

        Aaron was in all of my classes.

        Every.

        Single.

        One.

        Not only was he in all of my classes, he sat next to me in three of them. The teachers seemed to think I would be the most qualified to help a new student. Or maybe they felt bad for me and decided that I needed a boyfriend. 

        I was 100% sure I would never get a boyfriend. The unrelenting questions from family and people at school were supposed to prove otherwise, aparently.

        And still, if I ever in a million years get a boyfriend, it will sure as hell never be Aaron. If anything, he's the person I know the least about in this world

     So anyway, he was in every one of my classes. I tried not to look at him, but I found myself glancing over at him every so often. And as my shitty luck would have it, he was looking back.

        The funny thing is, geometry suddenly became fascinating. Triangles, wow. The most interesting thing in the world. I wished I could devote my entire life to finding the hypotenuse of a right triangle. I had found my calling. When I'm accepting my award for making a huge discovery about triangles, I would only thank Aaron Terrensaw. 

        I hope you realize that that's all b.s. I still gave not a single shit about triangles and the polygon family, but they served as a decent distraction from hazel eyes boring into my skull. It's not that I could see him, Geometry was one of the classes where he sat a little ways behind me. No, I could actually FEEL him willing me to turn around and look at him. 

        It was pretty pathetic.

        

        As another school day passed, I was relieved that I heard not heard a word from he-who-must-not-be-named all day. I guess he may have given up. I wanted him to give up. God, why wouldn't he just give up?

        I walked home that day. I couldn't bear the inevitable silence in the car. Walking was good. I could look around and stare at the sky and take my time. I took the longer route home, and when I arrived at my house, I was excited to just lay down and process the day.

        I opened the door, and deja vu struck me like a 1,000 pound wrecking ball. 

        Just like four years ago, Aaron Terrensaw sat in my kitchen.