After school, Marcel and I walked together to his house. I still need help with double sided equations. But, after the studying, we can just chill and hang out.
After Marcel tutored me and he got a couple cookies from the kitchen, Marcel wanted to tell me something. I crossed my fingers behind my back that he was gonna tell me he liked me. "Well, I like this girl" he began. My heart sunk. He likes someone else. "She is so beautiful and friendly, and since you're my friend, I need some help" he continued. My heart then shattered in a million tiny pieces. Marcel didn't like me, probably just one of those girls who didn't acknowledge his existence until the makeover. "Um well...just hang out with her a lot, make her laugh, and just support her" I said. Hey, I wasn't evil, I needed to give him good advice.
We spend rest of the time watching "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?" He answered all the answers in less than 5 seconds and would laugh at the contestant when they get it wrong. "Ha!" he said. "This 45 year old answered a 3rd grade question wrong!" I nodded and managed to give a fake smile.
At around 6:00, I went downstairs and put on my shoes. I waved Marcel goodbye and slammed the door behind me. I walked home in tears. Somehow, Marcel stole my heart. But, now it feels like he just stepped on it and ripped it to shreds. He likes another girl who is not me.
When I unlocked the door I ran upstairs. I threw my bag across the room and slammed my face in my pillow. I sobbed and sobbed until I couldn't let out anymore tears. I'm never good enough.
