"N-no?" I stuttered.
Anthony nodded his head. No...no? No! He said no, ha....isn't that an amazing word. I felt my eyes get all watery, but I tried to hold it in. Though when I held it in, I started twiching.
"Melinda...Your twitching--"
"I know," I said, my voice cracky.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry to bother you Anthony," I cried, than ran away.
I didn't know if he said anything after that, but I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could, until I found a little corner and sat there crying my eyes out. No...that word haunted my brain. Every part of me was regretting of telling him. He's just a stubborn, stupid, ignorant, immature boy! But...I love him. I held myself, and kept on weeping.
"MELINDA!" I heard Jenny's voice call.
She spotted me, and quickly ran next to me and sat down.
"What happpened?" Jenny gasped, giving me a hug.
"He..." I cried, "He said no,"
"I'm so sorry," was all Jenny found to say.
We just sat there quietly, while I cried.
"I know you how feel girl," Jenny told me.
"You do?" I asked.
"Um, yea of course! I've liked many guys who haven't liked me back--"
"You've liked many guys who don't like you back--I am in love with the boy who doesn't even like me back,"
"Is there a difference?"
"A big difference," I stated firmly.
She didn't answer back; she just sat quietly, a few inches away from me in case I had a spasm attack. She whispered, "You really need to get over him, he's not that cute," I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear that, but I did...sometimes she could be so unsupportive, but then other times she can. Finally, I stopped crying...but I had the biggest headache.
Few moments later, the bell rang...oh gosh, I had to see him for fourth period. Band...I didn't like band at all! I don't even know why I am taking it...oh yea, because he's in band, and I would suffer for him everyday, and I bet he doesn't even care! I just felt like going crazy again...
Our band teacher, he made us line up in two lines. The first line; the boys. The second line; girls. It was like we were in sencond grade! Sometimes I don't understand teachers.
We saw Mr. Garner from a distance away, walking towards class. No offense to him, but he looked like a walking potatoe--because he had potatoe skin color, and shaped like one too! Mr. Garner was a sick perv, whenever the girls wore skirts to school, he's stand close to them and try to look under! Ewwwiee! And also when we wore those V-neck shirts, he'd try to look down our shirts! Ewwwieee again!
"Hello Ladies!" Mr. Garner said, as he opened the door, "Ladies, go in first,"
Fast, I walked in and set my back pack down, and went to get my music folder.
"Did you see my folder yet?" Anthony said, popping up next to me.
I didn't answer for a while, "No,"
"Hey you mad at me?"
"No,"
"Yea, you are, you're usually all hyper,"
"I'm not mad."
"Then what's up?"
I Just rolled my eyes, gave him his folder, and then went to get my insturment. He followed me into the room. As he walked passed me, he tapped my shoulder and gave me a smile and wink.
