Dear Nobody

October 30, 2013

Dear Nobody,

So today you walked up to me in the hall. I was on my way to Chemistry, and you on your way to... I don't know what class. We never really talked about our classes.

You asked me one of your silly, frivolous questions; this one about my preference of basketball. "So, Noodele," you said, calling me one of your silly, obnoxious nicknames. "Do you like basketball?" I told you yes, that I watch college basketball games with my Grandfather on Saturday afternoons. You nodded your head as a reply and said, "Goodbye, Noodele." And you carried on down the opposite way, while I went the other and tried to calm my jumping nerves. Is that what we've come down to? Talking about sports?

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After lunch was over, I made my way through the crowded freshman hallway and arrived to Algebra 2 with a moment to spare. I sat in my normal spot with Justin and Sarah, while you took your normal seat directly in front of me with her. Every movement you made produced a brand new waft of your cologne. That smell that I was so fond of only weeks ago, but now made my head ache with its stench. I wondered if I was the only one who found it repulsing. But I welcomed the fuzzy feeling in my head, for it reminded me that we aren't what we used to be.

A while into class you and Sarah switched seats, and you took the one next to mine. I sat up pin straight and tried to pay attention to the quadratic equation in the board, however lame the attempt. You ended up stealing my notes and doodling around the assorted equations. You just talked and talked, trying to steal my attention, and I soon gave in, your lovely chocolate eyes raptured my entire focus. You poked my side which forced a startled jump and a giggle from me, along with curious glances from the teacher and her. I would think she would have been jealous but I guess you evaporated any worry she ever had with one white-toothed grin. That was enough assurance for her, I suppose. If it had been me I would have been jealous-- how does she trust you still?

Eventually class ended and I thanked God that I hadn't made a fool of myself, which you seem to do so endearingly. By the time the final bell rang, I was tired and ready to sleep off this whole day. I was stuffing my Civics & Economics book in my bag, when I happened to glance to the right. At once, my eyes caught your own and I beamed, temporarily forgetting who you are to me now. Seeing this, your face and smile brightened and your eyes caught a twinkling gleam. Your beautiful brown eyes glimmered so suddenly that it could have only been my own smile that caused it.

"I will see you tomorrow?" You wondered happily. All I could manage was a nod up and down and a slightly smaller smile, as a reply. But that was enough for you, for you never had a problem with my quietness, you filled he void with your own voice. Completing the goodbye, you took my shoulder is your massive hand and pulled me into a sideways hug. You were so wonderfully warm against my cold skin in your striped gray sweater, that I wanted our embrace to last for days. Except your attention had been diverted to her as she walked hot way through the mass of teenagers and over-worked teachers. You let go of me and took her hand, nodding me your farewell as she smiled me her own goodbye.

As I made my way to the bus waiting outside, a river of my thoughts flowed through my brain. All I could help but think was that you still liked me in the way you did before. The way that Romeo just had to make his Juliet smile and laugh, and then his heart would be content. But I could never be your Juliet. I am destined to be the Rosaline of this tragedy-- the one Romeo's heart belonged to before Juliet stole it.