How To Forget Your Crush

Step 16-Always remember that many people watch you

Step 16-Always remember that many people watch you

Right after my short walk on the beach, I went straight to my room. Dad was still elsewhere, but I didn't mind getting the whole house for myself today. My mind had some serious issues that needed to be resolved.

                Hours passed, and no progress was made. All I could think of was what Logan told me earlier. Why did he even bother telling me those things? And what was happening between him and Stacey? Was Stacey even serious about him, or was she just using him as an alternative? I felt sorry for Logan if Stacey was just using him. He looked pretty serious about her.

                I would not deny that my heart ached at the thought. I wished I were Stacey. Logan will never be hurt if he was with me.

                I grabbed my guitar from the stand and played Taylor Swift's Teardrops on my guitar. Taylor really knew what I felt every day.

                My hand continued to strum as I sang.

Many things had happened since the day I decided to forget him. Gavin told me he liked me; Logan and I started talking to each other like we're friends; Stacey, who ignored me, became my enemy; but my plan to forget Logan made little. I spent less time thinking about him, and I changed a lot over the past couple of months.

"She better hold him tight

Give him all the love

Look in those beautiful eyes

And know she's lucky cause...

 

He's the reason for the

Teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me

Wishing from a wishing star"

 

Stacey better not hurt Logan. She knows what Logan feels about her and she should be thankful for that. But then again, I have no right to say those things. Because I was the reason of Gavin's pain. Love was so unfair. Another wise man once said, 'we love those who ignore us, but we ignore those who love us.'

***

I almost refused to get up on a Monday morning. My body was ready for another day but my mind and heart weighed me down. And because of that, dad had to pull me out of bed. Literally.

                "What's wrong sweetheart?" dad asked as we ate breakfast. "You don't like waffles?"

                I guess I was staring at his blue waffles more than putting it into my mouth. Seriously, dad's an amazing cook but sometimes the things he cooked were a little awkward. For example, he had cooked some sausages and made it look like human fingers. He had done that on a Halloween night. Amazingly people loved it.

                Anyway, back to the blue waffles. It still tasted like normal waffles. "I like it dad. It tastes good, actually. But, it's just that...I'm not that hungry today," I assured him, and bit into a waffle.

                "Boy trouble, I presume?"

                I almost choked at that statement. Was I that readable, or was he able to read the mind of his daughter? Okay, probably both, I thought to myself. "I-it's not a big deal. Nothin' I can't handle."

                He smiled. He stood up and squeezed my shoulders. "Gotta run sweetie. Don't worry, whatever happens, I'll always be here for you."

                "Okay."

                Dad was about to step out of the dining room when he turned back to me and said, "I love you."

                I smiled. "Love you too."

               

I knew I had to make a choice someday. But that day isn't today. Why? Because I had more things to worry about. Prom was coming up.

When I got to school, people suddenly gave me a warm welcome and asked me to vote for prom king and queen, class song...and so on. I wanted to run away from their pink frilly posters and pink flyers, but all that I could do was nod and tell them I hadn't decided yet.  

And from that moment, my mind went in a rush to formulate alibis so I could skip the torture. I was not really a spoilsport but I was not really the type of person to go into those kinds of events. I only one attended high school prom. I didn't have a choice back then. They needed a photographer so they forced me to go.

I hurried off to my locker. There was a neon green and orange 'Vote for Meagan' poster on my locker door. I ripped it off and threw it away.

                "You're not allowed to litter on the hallways, you know?"

                "Well, people are not allowed to stick any of those hideous posters without permission on my locker door, either Stacey." I turned to her and smiled sarcastically.

                "Hmm, you're such a looser." And with that she walked off. As if I cared about that.

                Sighing, I opened my locker and took out my Biology text book.

A/N Another meh-chapter. Just to fill the spots in xD

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