{Unfortunate Events}

Memory 13

~1980 November 27th~

   I watched as Micheal kissed a girl. They had gone to the unused staircase, and started making out. I had followed them, because I had wanted to confess to Micheal. I let the flowers I held fall down to the ground. I felt the hot tears fall down my face, and balled my hands into fists, and started running down the hallway. I had finally figured out that I’d had feelings for him. Why was I so late, he already found someone..? As I ran, I bumped into a tall boy with blonde hair, and brown eyes. Stumbling backwards a bit after running into him, I profusely apologized, and looked up at him. He looked at me, with a concerned look on his face, and lifted my chin so I looked up at him. “Hey-.. Why are you crying…?” He asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I quickly wiped my eyes, even though he already saw that I was crying. “N-No reason.. I’m sorry for bumping into you-.!” I apologized again. He laughed a bit. “You don’t need to apologize so much, you just bumped into me once.”

   I paused for a moment, then nodded. When my vision unblurred, I realized who I was looking at. “F-Flynn-.?” I mumbled. He was two grades above me, 14 years old. “Yeah- Are you okay-? You seem like you saw a ghost-” He laughed again. I quickly nodded my head, and turned a bit red. He glanced behind me, seeing something, then took my hand, and started walking away. “We have lunch during this period, so how about we head to that?” I followed him, and glanced behind myself, not seeing anyone behind me, and wondering who he saw. While I sat with him at lunch, his friends sat around, as usual. The only thing out of the norm was me sitting there. I couldn’t help but glance over at the table I usually sat at. Micheal was over there with Fredrick, Simon, and Jordan, staring down at his food, and not making conversation. I glanced down at the floor, then one of Flynn’s friends caught me with a question. “Who’s this red head-?” He asked, looking me up and down. “He doesn’t seem like he’s in our grade.”

   Flynn swallowed the food that he had in his mouth, then slung his arm over my shoulders. “He’s a cutie I picked up in the hallway~” He teased. I felt my face turn a bit red, and looked away from him. Another boy laughed, but I knew his name. He was Karl, one of my teacher’s sons. “Really? You could go for so much better, Flynn, honestly- And you want that one??” “C’mon, you don’t think he’s cute?” Flynn asked, lifting my chin, and making me look at him. He smiled at me, and I felt my face almost go as red as my hair. “Yeah, I like him.”

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