I'll Never Forget

Chapter 2

Where did we last leave off? Oh, of course! The first time I met Connor. Well Connor I have a secret I want to share with you even after all this time. Well do you remember our very first stay in movie night together? I think it was right around your 22nd birthday. Yes that's right readers. Connor and I do leave high school and just so everyone knows this isn't a teeny bopper typical high school romance story because trust me, I can't stomach those either. Anyways Connor, I remember every single detail of the night. We were watching what some might say "a not so romantic movie", Die Hard. I remember it was your turn to pick the movie because I forced you to watch that telenovela, Teresa. And although at first I couldn't stomach watching the violence, and you continued to shush me at least every five minutes, because I was relentless in asking you questions as the movie progressed, I wouldn't take any of it back-- not even for a second. You had come over to my house while my mom was on a business trip in Seattle and my sister was out on an anniversary dinner. I remember it was during Christmas time because I was just about ready to beat up those children carolers until you said something. Do you remember what you said that day? You looked at me with the same emerald green eyes I had fallen in love with all those years ago and said, "C'mon Ale. Think about it. Those could be our children some day." The second I looked back at you, I knew you wanted to take it back. Connor it was like you were embarrassed by the fact that I could finally look right through you, despite all the years. Well what you don't know about that night Connor is that was the first day in a long time where I wasn't scared of the future. That was the first night where I hoped that you would be in the future with me.
12 years prior:
"You are a mystery but I'll figure you out." That was the very last text from our very first conversation. I remember all we did was talk on the phone for hours until we realized that school started in less than an hour. After that we texted, it honestly didn't mattered what we said but I felt completely vulnerable that night talking to Connor. Still to this day I find it strange that even through that entire conversation, we didn't know each other's names-- the most basic human identification. It was the day after our very first conversation and meeting in the hallway. Trust me you don't have to say it, this is way too corny. I'll be the first to admit it. Apparently, Connor had taken my phone and received my phone number. I remember that I had plans for that weekend but ultimately decided to stay just so I could text him all weekend. Days past and we were still texting non-stop. Honestly, I don't remember any of the texts that we sent. It was like that weird feeling that is described in literally every corny nauseous romantic movie that has ever been made. Before that weekend, I will honestly tell you that I absolutely without a doubt hated those couples who showed excessive amounts of PDA. Don't get me wrong, I still hate excessive amounts. But then all of a sudden I walked by a couple in their 20's who were kissing and I smiled. All I could think at the time was that the couple were showing their love in a very public way because they were proud to be with their partner.
I remember coming back to school on Monday which usually is the worst possible day of the week. It was the first day back after I met you and there I was in Pre-Calculus only day dreaming about you while Mr. Miller was drowning on about math equations and the value of mathematical benefits in the real world. I have always found it strange how adults try to relate to teenagers. Everyone knows they do it and hate it, yet they continue to do it. Right in the middle of his daily lecture, it hit me. I knew practically every detail about this boy, or so I thought except the most basic identification, his name. For the remainder of class, I kept on thinking of the whole pool of possibility of names that would fit the dreamy eyed, shaggy brown haired person I had met.
Then I got lost with the memory of his smile and our conversation. That is, until I was pulled back to earth by Daniella. I should probably tell you all, that Daniella, or what some of us prefer to call her Dani the bitch from hell, was yes the typical mean girl. We used to be friends back in middle school until the only boy that she ever liked asked me out. She heard about this occurrence through everything she got her reliable facts from, gossip. Me, I'm not a huge fan of gossip so she dropped me the second she heard about Pete.
The way she put it and I quote, "You are so entitled and you have always made me feel less than who I know I am. How could you do this to me?! I love him!"
To set the record straight, I never did anything about Pete because I knew how she felt about him. Another thing is that I never understood her obsession with him. I mean c'mon she said that she loved him and she is too scared to talk to him. What does that tell you? Anyways, she did go after Brendon, my first real boyfriend, who was the only boy that I had ever truly loved and not to mention he was my best friend. Although I was the one who broke it off with Brendon, it was still fresh and he still wouldn't talk to me about the breakup. Actually, he wouldn't talk to me about anything, at all. So the second, he found out about the whole fallout of our friendship, he was more than happy to date Dani. Honestly, I don't even think that he even found one single attractive quality about her, but from my understanding he was hurt and the only thing he could do was lash out. I lost my best friend that day and I regretted it everyday.
During math class, Dani whispered to me, "Oh Ale, Ale, Ale. Are you stalking guys again?"
She told me this once she saw my conversation with Connor as I took out my phone during class to see if he had responded.
"Why don't you just leave me alone and mind your own love life?" I responded.
"Speaking of Brendon. We were talking about you the other day. Oh don't worry hon, we were just talking about how you used to tell him these little stories about your father. Ooh.. did I hit a raw subject. Sorry my bad," she exclaimed with that evil smirk that she would always do when she got to someone.
"Do you really have nothing better to talk about than me? Wow then may I say Dani that your relationship with Brendon must be going through a dry spot. Am I right?" I responded being quite fed up with her comments.
"At least my daddy isn't a loser drug addict and alcoholic who left you and your pathetic old, wrinkly mother for what was it? A 28 year old Victoria Secret Model. Oh and the best part is that he was seeing her when you and your family thought he was 'overcoming his addictions' in rehab. Quite sad. And now sweetie, you are just delusional. I mean c'mon stalking this poor old boy who probably spoke to you once and wants absolutely nothing to do with you."
At this point, I knew I shouldn't let her get to me but as usual she did. I basically yelled, "Don't you dare talk about my mother that way, Dani. You are pathetic and have no damn idea what the hell you're talking about!"
As you probably guessed, Dani played the innocent card while crying her eyes out and pleading to Mr. Miller, "I swear I have no idea what she is talking about. I leaned over to ask to borrow a pen and then well you saw what just happened."
Let's just say that I was asked to formally apologize in front of the entire class to Dani because as Mr. Miller viewed it as a miscommunication and disrespectful.
Then as the bell rang, I had completely forgotten about the boy I had been texting. Well, at this time I didn't know his name so there was no way I could track him down other than to text him but I really hoped that he would surprise me or I'd at the very least see him at lunch. Neither of those things happened. The same thoughts ran over in my mind, Is Dani right, maybe he is avoiding me, did he hear about pre-calc class when I blew up at Dani, or maybe it's that I am building up this meeting and maybe he doesn't care and is just a player.
Positive, that Dani's words and my doubts were true, I ditched school and just drove.