Over Again

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The bell rang, signaling the end of Friday at school. Excitement flooded my mind. I was going to the lake this weekend with my best friends Piper and Lainey. I couldn't wait for summer. It was the beginning of May, and school ended in two short weeks. I was already going into my junior year although it felt like I had just entered Franklin High School, the one I was attending. My best friends Lainey and Piper had left and changed to different school after eighth grade, along with my ex Ryan.

My past with him wasn't so great. There were a buttload of memories shared, both amazing and terrible. It started in sixth grade when we both started dating, and yes, I know, sixth grade. I didn't even know who I was. How could I love someone? But anyways, sixth grade ended with us dating, and seventh grade started with us despising each other (and it also ended that way). However, eighth grade was different. Yes, we didn't like each other at the beginning, but there was something different at the very end of the year. Random eye contact was vivid in the end of the year, and we actually weren't avoiding each other (which was a big improvement). There was sly flirting, but none of that mattered anymore when he left Franklin High School and moved to Randolph instead.

It was bittersweet to be honest. I liked him, and it sucked having to get over him again. It felt like every element and characteristic about the both of us just fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece. We had the same music taste, right down to the same artists and the same songs. We both played guitar, we both loved the universe and found it extremly interesting. Numerous things made it seem like we were divinely created to be together. Now that he was leaving, I could finally focus; I could finally get over him, but then again, it meant that the chances of us actually being together again in the future were very slim.

But let me just tell you, I'm not obsessed with him. I don't spend my time day dreaming about what we could be. Although sometimes, when I'm bored in biology, my mind wanders off and sometimes, it wanders to him, and I think about how he's doing. No, I have a good head on my shoulders, and my life doesn't revolve around him. But if I had a second chance, if I was given a moment to see him again and start over, I would take it.

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Hopping into my Honda, I stretched my seatbelt over my body and plugged the AUX cord into my phone. Putting my car into drive, I opened to Spotify and played my playlist of John Mayer and Ben Howard. Cruising down the road, I rolled down the windows and let the warm (almost) summer air intertwine with the cool wind. Singing out to the lyrics, I soon arrived home, pulling into my driveway. After locking my car and entering my room, I threw my backpack onto the floor and collapsed onto my bed. Closing my eyes and snuggling a soft blanket around me, I drifted off to sleep.

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"RING!" My iPhone alarmed me of a text, waking me up abruptly. Squinting my eyes, I lazily rolled over and picked up my phone, grumpily seeing who the heck woke me up from my amazing, peaceful time of sleep. Once my eyes adjusted, I see "New message from Amanda" displayed across my screen. Knowing that this girl was one of my good friends at school, I type in my passcode and await to see what she wanted. My mind registers the text "Hey, are you still coming to graduation tonight for Franklin??? It's at 7." My eyes widen as I hop out of my bed. It was graduation for the seniors tonight! How could I forget? Checking the time on my phone, it was 5:56, meaning that I had about 30 minutes before I had to leave at 6:30 to get there on time.

Rushing over to my closet, I rummaged through my dresses. I looked at several ones before deciding on a navy blue pleated dress that ended right on the knee. Paired with a pair of nude sandals, it was perfect for the warm weather. It was simple but dressy. Making my way into the bathroom, I plugged in my curling wand and waited for it to heat up while I brushed my straight teeth ( I had gotten my braces off the month before) and touched up my makeup. Hastily adding some more dark black mascara, I enhanced the length of my long lashes. I then added a thin line of bl ack eyeliner on my lids, making sure to give it a slight curve at the end. Once finished, I quickly curled my lengthy, dark brown hair one piece at a time. At 6:33, I was ready to leave. Grabbing my phone and wallet, I ran out to my car and hopped it. Speeding out of the driveway, I pulled out onto the main rode driving as fast as the speed limit would let me. Surprisingly, there wasn't any traffic like usual so I got there right before graduation started.

Rushing through the doors, I paused to look for my friend Amanda who had texted me earlier. My eyes searched through each row trying to find her.

However, my breath became hitched in my throat when my eyes landed on someone that I hadn't seen in years. Letting my eyes linger on him for a bit longer, I couldn't help myself from thinking about him. Had I really just seen Ryan? Right when I was in a cloud of confusion, Amanda called my name rather loudly, and yes, of course, she was two rows to the right from Ryan. I saw Ryan in my peripheral vision turn his head toward me, obviously remembering my name "Samantha." Feeling his eyes on me, I sucked in a quick breathe and made my way into the seat next to Amanda. Did I really just see Ryan for the first time in two years?