The rest of the day was good until lunch. At lunch I sat in front of him and was listening to music. I said I found a song that was like him (Dirty Mind by Flo Rida and Sam Martin) and becuae it was loud in the cafeteria he held my phone up to his ear. Suddenly he began looking through my things and I hoped he was looking at all the texts I sent Z about how much I liked him. Z was one of my two closest friends and I texted her constantly. In fact Im texting her right now about my day. Make sure to go follow her at ZoRoberza she's an amazing writer. Anyways I just wanted him to know how much I loved him. Sadly he was just texting my friends and calling my brother who was sitting next to him. I wished he really looked. He has a girlfriend so I don't know what I was thinking but I dont know. That wasn't what truly sucked though. After lunch in Ms.Ml's room our daily writing prompt was to write about our first love
and I wasn't going to lie. I've liked people before but I honestly fell in love with Mg. It truly sounds cliche but I don't lie. I was smart and didn't usr any names though. I was honest and trye and wrote over two pages of the one paragraph intended prompt. After a few I gained some courage and raised my hand. I mean I didn't use names so nobody would know,right? Wrong. I'd asked him out before between G and N and everyone talked but nothing happened. I thought that had passed so I got testy. I strut up to the front like a freaking peacock and began like this;
"Everyone has little 'like' crushes but my first love I found just this year in this very class-" I was cut off by a shout of voices shouting Mg's name. My heart flopped and my stomach did twists. Busted. I turned bright red. I collected my papers and hurriedly went back to my seat. I couldn't dare finish. L gave me a death stare when I was walking back to my seat and I didn't pay attention to if Mg noticed. I spent the rest of class thinking about how Mg could and would never like me. How I would never amount to L. I thought about how L and Mg were together for good and I was just a hopeful girl with an 8 year old crush. It was absolutely terrible. 😕
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The Boy I Like
Non-FictionThe idea of this story was given to be my a good friend and this is not intended for the people I know to see. Jusf for me to vent into.