Blake and I became best friends after that day, and it was because of her that I met him. Him meaning Terrence Spencer Owens, but he went by Spencer cause he hated the name 'Terrence.'
Blake and I hung out a lot at her house, even though she still lived with her parents. Her parents were super cool and I loved spending time with them. They even invited me to their family game nights, which was a whole lot of fun. Half way through our junior year, someone moved in next door to Blake. A group of guys from our college, which made Blake's parents groan. We all thought that it was going to be a nuisance, but they turned out to be pretty cool. Blake even ended up dating one of them. His name was Jared Bradford and he was a 6"3' feet tall blonde with gorgeous midnight colored eyes. He wasn't my type so I didn't mind that she got to him before I could. However, I always got jealous when she would joke around with all of Jared's friends. Not in a serious sense, but in a sibling kinda way. I agreed with her. I always did and still do, but there's always certain moments when I can't agree. Especially, when it comes to him. She always thought of him as an older brother, but I couldn't and I still can't. He was kind; sure, but he would only act kind if he could get something out of it. Like, there was this one time, when he complimented my outfit to get a quick twenty bucks for a movie.
I know, I know; I wonder what I saw in him too. Other than the beautiful brunette hair at the top of his head and the opal eyes that perfectly match my name, he had nothing. Nothing but girls falling flat over him and the perfect reputation to go with it. I guess it was the fact that he was out of my league that really got to me. I knew that I could never get him, that's probably why I tried so hard to get him. I guess it's just in the human nature to go for the things we can never get.
Jared and Blake got closer and closer, meaning that Spencer and I also got closer and closer but only as friends. Apparently, he thought that I was a younger sister and I thought that I could have a relationship with him. As if he would go for a simple Midwestern girl like me. I still had the accent and it made everyone run away from me. They all had that amazing Canadian accent, while all I had was a regular Midwestern accent. He could have any girl in all of Canada with his looks, but he made a mistake. He went for me. He led me on without telling me his actual plans. He could have at least told me that he was using me.
He was always nice and never looked at another girl when we were together, which made me really misunderstand him.
How did I not see that every time he took me somewhere, there was another very familiar face there? Every time he took me somewhere, I always thought it was out of love. I always thought he chose me out of love.
Why did I not notice the alluring girl at the table next to me every time we went out? He was always sweeter when we went out. He tried his best to act like he loved me, but why didn't he just tell me the truth? I would have agreed if he didn't have to lead me on.
I wouldn't have fell in love.
It's been two years and I can't forget him. Every time I see Blake and Jared together, I think of him.
He's long gone.
Spencer left me to go for that other girl.
He used me to make her jealous and I just went with it.
No wonder he used me.
How could I have been so naive?
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Chapter Two of 'Balloons.' Wondering why it's called 'Balloons?' It'll be revealed very soon. I think there's either going to be two or three chapters left with an epilogue. That's it! Cliche warning af up ahead, just saying. It's gonna get really cliche.
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Short StoryLove is like a balloon; eventually, it pops. •• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • What if I hadn't went to the coffee shop that day? Would I have met him? All I know is that if I hadn't met him, then I probably would've been on a plane...