The Nostalgics

History

The classroom phone had began to ring. She knew that the teacher on the other end had him in her classroom, right in that very moment. She had wondered if he had also ached as she did, her body filled with pain and sorrow, knowing he was there. Especially, her heart had ached.

The bell rang. Teenagers piled out of cluttered classrooms, filling the halls that had been empty seconds before. She began to read, just as she did everyday before history class began. A Wrinkle In Time , the book she read, her favorite book. She'd read the whole series a thousand times. The books gave her comfort, gave her hope that he still cared for her, still loved her, just as she did him.

He stood across the hallway, crowded with people, including his girlfriend. He has the most radiant smile, she thought, I can't blame her for falling for him too. She remembered the events of when they were in fifth grade in the year of 2008, all the way up to the summer of 2014, only a year before, when they were both 17. She smiled to herself both because of her thoughts and because she had realized the hoodie she was wearing. It was his, but she kept it for herself, thinking that the warmth and smell of the hoodie was him. They had been best friends, but everything changed.

She laughed to herself remembering the events in 2008 of the day he gave her a black-metallic ring he had bought from Claire's just for her. The ring had an infinity sign on it that said "bff" on it, he had also made a bracelet for himself saying the same thing. when he handed her the ring, he had said, "I want you to wear this ring and never take off. Wear it on your ring finger to make sure you marry me when we turn 22, after graduating from college, and also that you are getting married to your best friend. Can you promise me this if I do the same with my bracelet?" And even to this day, she had not taken off the ring, even though he stopped wearing the bracelet, at least that's what she thought.

The bell rang once again signaling for her to walk inside the classroom. She was the first student inside, taking her everyday seat in the front row of the classroom. He walked in behind her, taking her by surprise considering he hated history class, he thought it was unimportant and boring as hell.

She, on the other hand, thought it was important to learn from famous history figures mistakes, to build off of the legacies and to build her own path.
"The whole point in history, is to learn from the past; history is past."

She took out her blue history notebook as what seemed like a million teenagers began to pile inside the classroom. "Amnesia Rose Vernan " was scribbled across the notebook where the name line was. She opened one page and her beautiful cursive handwriting was shown. It scribbled across the page, all together in harmony; perfect strokes blead across the page with black ink.

The boy took out his red notebook with the name "Matthew Sanchez" across the section. He opened his notebook to blank pages; yet he wondered why he failed the class. He knew he could have asked her for help, but since last summer, they haven't spoken a word, except for brief little talks. He knew he had fucked everything up in more than one way. He knew he would never deserve her love; yet he still loved her. My girlfriend and popularity and smarts isn't what I need — he thought — all I need is her.

He didn't realize he was speaking out loud until the girl turned around and said "Shut up Sanchez. I'm trying to listen and not fail this class. If you want to talk about your girlfriend then talk to her, she already is in love with herself anyway." She turned back around harshly and stayed focused on the black board. You are probably wondering why she was so cold to him. Her sister, Ashley, knew the reason why, it was all summed up in her black notebook. Written in one of the pages was

he had the key that unlocked my heart even though he had it from the start, now i'm no longer falling apart, i'm starting to align like the stars in the night sky