The Paper Airplanes [bxb]

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Dear Jonah,

Your girlfriend is getting on my nerves. I hate her for no reason except for the fact that you love her instead of me. I want you to love me. Today I was bullied again, this time in the gravel parking lot when I was walking back to my car. They punched me and kicked me, and you were there this time. You remember it, don't you. I saw you glance at me, and then turn back to your girlfriend. You ignored me. I was being beat up. That hurt more than the bullies.

Sincerely,
Mentally and physically crippled

I was walking toward my car with my girlfriend, tossing my keys in the air and discussing the news with her. I heard loud yelling and cursing behind me, so I turned around to see what it was. A group of kids were beating up that one, nameless kid with the aquamarine eyes. The person that had written me all of those messages.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with pain and suffering. His face was hopeful, almost begging me to help him. But he liked me, wouldn't me saving him from this fight make him think that I liked him back? Because I didn't... But I also didn't want him to suffer...

I turned away and finished the walk to my car. I got a new paper airplane that night, this one summarizing what had happened in the school parking lot.

Maybe this would end his crush on me, maybe he would finally be able to move on. I didn't want him to like me, because I didn't like him back. I didn't want him to get hurt, but there was no way he wasn't going to. I sat back in my chair, turning away from him was probably the right choice.