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Hit me like a ton of bricks (L. Mendoza)

As I walked to school, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Today was the day I was finally going to tell Luis how I felt about him. I had been crushing on him for months, and I couldn't keep it a secret any longer.

When I arrived at school, I went straight to my locker, trying to calm my nerves. I took a deep breath and opened my locker, grabbing my books for my first class. That's when I saw Luis walking towards me, looking as handsome as ever.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked, flashing me his signature smile.

I could feel my heart racing as I replied, "Hey, can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?" Luis asked, his smile fading slightly.

I took a deep breath and gathered my courage. "I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, Luis. I've had feelings for you for a long time, and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

Luis looked surprised for a moment before his expression softened. "I'm flattered, but I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way," he said gently.

My heart sank as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been so sure that he felt the same way. "Oh, okay. I understand," I replied, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

Luis reached out to touch my arm, his eyes filled with sympathy. "I hope we can still be friends, though. You're one of my closest friends, and that's not going to change."

I forced a smile, nodding my head in agreement. "Of course, we can still be friends," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

As we walked to our first class, the silence between us was deafening. I couldn't believe that I had let myself fall so hard for someone who didn't feel the same way. The rest of the day felt like a blur as I tried to keep myself together.

After school, I went to my locker to grab my things, hoping to avoid Luis. But he was waiting there for me, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, I really am," he said, trying to comfort me.

I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. "I just need some space," I replied, pulling away from his touch. "Please don't talk to me right now."

I walked away, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. How could I face him and our hockey team now that everyone knew how I felt? I went to my friends, Connie and Julie, who were also on the team. They comforted me during lunch, but I couldn't even bring myself to eat.

The boys on the team were also worried about me, but I just couldn't talk to them about it. I was too embarrassed and heartbroken.

After school, I went home, hoping to find some solace in my own space. But as soon as I walked in, my mom told me that Luis had stopped by.

I ignored her and went straight to my room, crawling into bed and trying to sleep. But my thoughts were filled with Luis, and I couldn't escape the pain of rejection.

The next day, I found a note from Luis in my locker. It was short, but it meant everything to me.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I value your friendship more than anything and I hope we can still be friends. -Luis"

I couldn't help but cry as I read the note over and over again. It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but at least he still cared about me.

Over time, the pain lessened, and I learned to accept that sometimes love isn't always reciprocated. But I was grateful for the friends who were there for me and for Luis, who still remained an important part of my life.