I went to school the next day with everyone looking at me like they knew something was wrong. Apparently I was right, the info spread all over the school. I don't like the messiness but I just left it alone and headed to the band hall to meet my friends until I got crowded around by a bunch of angry ass people that heard what happened. One kid asked "why would you even do something like that? thats fucked up."
While i was getting drilled by questions I looked at my friends for help and they started to ask questions themselves I knew then I didn't have friends then just fucking crows and vulchers following me around school everyday. My own family didn't even help me and that was fine being called a homewrecker was hurtful enough for me to go and hide but i didn't. Every class I got eyes from everyone. At that point i didn't give a fuck about those hoes the only person I was worried about was Dee I hadn't seen him all day. Chemistry class was hell.
I walked in seeing everyone whispering and laughing at me. I sat down at the table and could feel the energy from everyone in front of me, especially Dee. He looked pissed. I could understand why. I tried to ask if he was ok but he didn't answer so I stayed quiet until finally when he did say something I knew he would go off on me. I take it that he was on the phone with his girlfriend at the time so he couldn't speak to me while he was on the phone. I apologized to his girlfriend but she wasn't trying to hear it which was fine once again I understood what I did was wrong. Dee didn't speak to me for the rest of the week I tried checking on him calling and texting but he just ignored me more.
A couple of weeks before his graduation he replied I was excited but scared to see what he had said. Dee texted back explaining how I should stop texting and calling him. I apologized again but the last text he sent me was that he didn't want to be with me in the first place. He saw an opportunity and he took it. I was just the poor young woman that fell for it. Honestly I could understand that he was mad at me but that took the cake when he replied with that text. I was crushed and heart broken knowing that everything I opened up to him about was just a joke to him. I stayed up all night trying to keep myself sane for the next day as hurt as I was. I didn't want to go school but I went anyway. I went to class and said nothing to him for the rest of the year we had left. He spoke a couple times when we were in the hallways. I walked past him to avoid any issues.
I didn't care about much of what anyone had to say about me. I had been called so many hurtful names for that long. I just got used to it. The night of his graduation I sat on the opposite side from where his family was. I mean even though we weren't friends anymore and I was going through hell for the both of us because there was another side of the story behind that kiss.
Didn't mean that I was going to miss his graduation. I promised him that I would be there and I was. After graduation was over i headed back home and shot him a quick text congratulating him he replied thanks and left it at that.
