For Ever.

Chapter 2 - Jerk 1

Austin.

The most cliché and most inescapable boy you will learn to crush over.

He comes from a pretty good family as well, the only difference is that he pretty much flaunts his spending pretty easily to almost everyone. He is so smart, so loving, the most athletic, the fastest sprinter, the one with the most defined facial structure, and the most droolable abs known to the student body. But do not, I repeat, DO NOT dare fall for his trap.

Here’s my story:

            It was back in grade four, I was a new student, Austin was my third crush (from the entire years of education) and he was my first guy best friend. Things like this was very rare and I treasured it. I kept the love letters he got and I was sort of his wingman…-girl, wing girl. I was also known as his rebound girl.

And there lied my mistake.

If you’re interested in a guy, be there for him but not all the time. The last thing you want to be is his rebound girl. Take note because this has happened to me countless times, which sucked pretty bad. It seems like my brain refuses to learn so my heart could feel pain and regret over and over again. Sometimes I think World War III is actually happening to every heartbroken man or woman, a battle between the brain and the heart, countless heartbreaks and mainly because we do not learn from our mistakes.

Anyways…

I liked Austin for two and a half years, by the time it was grade 6 and 7 I started to decide that I was better than him and he was falling for me, so I should back up while I still can.

Psshhh…yeah right!

He started teasing me about my weight and my size. We were in the same house team in school, like in Harry Potter. During our practice run, he said,

            “Hey Ev!”

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t run too fast, you’ll cause an earthquake for all of us, k?”

            Then the whistle sounded, I was furious and ran as fast as I could and hoping not to cry when I get to the end. When I realized that I was first place against the other runners, I jumped with the fist up in the air. When I turned around I was Austin and his friends laughing and I know it wasn’t me retardly jumping in the air, I didn’t want to hear it, but I did. When I was running, Austin was stomping and making boom-ing sounds and wobbling his legs. Even though I was qualified to run on the day of the event, I came back to the other end of the lane with no one to congratulate me. It was sad.

I love sports and I try hard, but I guess no one realizes it, even the coaches.

Back to reality…

Walking down the hall with my utterly puffy school uniform, I heard the bell ring and snapped out of my unpleasant trance. Speaking of the devil.

            “Hey Austin!”

He made an uncomfortable face, which took me by surprise for a bit.

            “Why are you saying hi to me?”

Shocked hearing this, I felt that weird stung that happens to your chest when you feel hurt and practically insulted. I watched as he made his way down the stairs to his class, while I was slowly walking to mine. And I thought, “did he really?”

During our javelin throw, he told my friends that I was slow and I would cause and earthquake, I have to give him credits for being so very original, to my friends and they even said that he was being really mean. That was very true.

            They pitied me.

I had our school jersey on and I was cheering for our basketball team during the intense competition. The coaches’ eyes drilled on to the game, chewing gum in attempt to relax their jaws, hands on their hips, clipboard damaged. Then I saw Austin coming over, slightly smiling. And I though, “oh this better be good”.

            “Hey Ev, did you move school?”

My jaw dropped. We just saw each other earlier in the day walking in the hallways. Wow…and that was all she wrote.

I could go on, but I think I choose to not even appreciate his existence sometimes.

He always blamed me if I did something wrong in a game. He would call me stupid, call me and idiot, the worst part was, he acted like an angel to me when his parents were around.

Damn bastard. We were best friends. Died after puberty.