Short Stories

Love Me

Staring at the monitor, scrolling through her feed. Tempted, but never liked any of her posts. What could she get from a loser like me liking her feed? It mattered not, for just staring at them was enough for me. Hearing the muffled voices shouting in the background, and the objects that may clatter with the wall. I ignored it all to ensure that my eyes were locked onto Robin's pictures.

Practically foaming at the mouth, I then went to word docs to type out potential lines I could say to her. Creating a conversation with her and myself, though it was only me here. Talking to myself. Though it was only me here, talking to myself, I had enjoyed every moment of it. As it made me feel as if I were talking to her, creating a personification of my imagination of how she would act with me. How she would be like, her traits, her reactions, her everything.

In the midst of my thoughts, a loud thud followed by my mother's screaming echoed through the walls. I ignored it once more to continue with my thought process.

Day and night I would continue this endless conversation with a fake Robin, and myself. Though I would venture off to school to ensure that I could physically see her, I remained ever so hidden in the background once again. Though she was about the same age as me, I still knew that I couldn't just walk up and talk to her. She was popular. Always fawning over the next big hit-- whatever seemed interesting to her.

"What are you doing?!" A grubby, raspy voice asked behind me. I peered back only to be met with a hand grabbing onto my collar, lifting me off the ground, and slamming me up against the wall. Ahead of me was a Senior named Dustin. He was an athlete, built like a boxer, and was always attracting the attention of the girls here.

"Nothing!" I assured him. Though he didn't believe me whatsoever.

"Liar! I know you were staring at Robin! You stay away from her, you hear me!?"

I nodded profusely. Praying to whatever God was out there to influence Dustin's actions in any way possible. I didn't want to go home with a black eye, or whatever!

Dustin let go of his grip and proceeded to walk away. Scoffing at my helpless self as I regained my composure.

I waited for some time before I checked the time after the History class was over. It was time for Robin to be heading to meet up with her friends. Walking over to the designated location, I waited until Robin had made her entrance. Her arms at her sides and perfect golden hair swaying side to side. It was like she was a model, and I was in the background adoring all of it. Wanting all of it to myself.

A tap on the shoulder startled me, stepping back, I saw another girl behind me. She asked what I was doing and I simply ignored her question and walked away.

Later on, within the day I had heard Robin's voice calling over to someone. I turned around to see her walking up towards me.

"Hey, do you know what we're doing for History? I wasn't paying attention and you seem like you know what you're doing."

I was in awe, utter silence was my response. She was talking to me-- me! Of all the people she would be asking, she asked me!

"I-- I would love to!" I exclaimed in utter excitement. I informed her of what we were doing and she didn't seem to be interested whatsoever, but it mattered not. For she wanted to hear me speak to her about such a thing, and that was enough for me.

"Could we hang out later! Like I would love to-- do that!"

Robin didn't say anything and just stood there puzzled. Like I was speaking a different language. A part of me was shattered that she would treat my invitation like that. She walked away before I could say anything else.