High School Love Story

Chapter Five: John

 The first class of the day went by incredibly slowly. We were learning about Puritan Literature, something that I despised. About halfway through the class, I decided just to put my head down and sleep. I was awoken by the bell

I stepped into the hallway. It was 1:45pm. Most of the seniors were leaving, but I had chosen to arrive late rather than leave early, so I still had to make the walk to Chemistry. As I passed by the office, I saw Mila signing out. She was talking to some guy. In other news, the sky is blue. I didn't recognize him, but they walked out together, meaning he had already signed out, and waited for her. Why do you care? I really didn't, I just think it's funny how things work out sometimes.

On the way to Chemistry, I passed some of the people that were fellow performers in my play. I waved hello to them, and then I walked to the vending machine, knowing that the extra stop was going to make me late. I've got the second highest average in that class, she shouldn't care too much if I'm 2 minutes late. I got my drink and started walking toward Chemistry.

Chemistry sucked, as always. We didn't talk about anything of remote importance. I pulled out my phone and started playing Boom Beach, I really didn't have any desire to listen to the class. It was boring the hell out of me. My teacher noticed I wasn't listening and said "John, since you know everything, why don't you answer this question. What are the seven diatomic elements?" I looked up at her. I didn't flinch, "Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Chlorine, Bromine, and Iodine. Oh, and those are in order by increasing atomic number." I answered matter of factly, and then returned to my phone. I didn't wait for her to tell me that my answer was right, I knew it was right. "Uhm, okay then, carry on" she said, and continued to teach the class.

I just went through the motions the rest of the day. Even through play practice, by far my favorite part of the day. I was just out of it today. When I got home, I texted Candice. Hey. She texted back almost instantly. Hello, Sunshine God I hate it when she calls me that. But then again, nobody else would. So Mila texted me last night. I said. My phone notified me that she read my message, but three minutes passed before she started typing, like she was thinking about what she wanted to say. Let me eat dinner, and then I'll text you. I wanna hear all about it. With that, I let her go. I wasn't worried about her not texting me, she always did. We were really close. I picked up my remote and turned on my TV to ESPN. I picked up my phone, it was 7pm. I put my phone back down, and laid down. I didn't care how early it was, my brain needed to rest. I closed my eyes. I began thinking about Mila, and what she had said. Did she really care about me? I'm sure she didn't mean to offend me. What I saw as hypocrisy, she probably saw as a legitimate attempt to help me. Or maybe she's playing mind games. I wasn't even sure if I cared. Ding. I looked at my phone. It was Mila. Hey. It read. I looked at the text for a couple seconds, then locked my phone.

I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

November 23, 2014

Me and Lion were down four with the group we were playing against in a golf tournament with seven holes to go. I had NOT played well that day at all, I was stressed out about Mila and Alec's sex relationship all day. Lion pulled me to the side on the way to the next hole. "Dude, I can't do it all myself,"

"I know," I said, "I'm just out of it today"

"Listen," He said, "Alec is a douchebag, we both know it. We hang out with him because we both play the same sport. Listen, you playing bad golf is only hurting you further. To hell with Mila, let's win us a freaking golf tournament!"

Might not have been the best inspirational speech, but it was all I needed.

The next hole I almost made my first hole in one, three down, six holes to play. The next hole, me and Lion both hit excellent shots, a lot better than the guys we were playing. Two down, five holes to play. We tied the next hole, Still two down, four to play. The next hole, I hit another excellent shot. We were one down, with three holes to play. The next hole, neither me nor Lion did anything impressive, but we had shaken the other group enough. They screwed up, and both made bad scores. Tie game. The next hole was the same as the last. We had the lead, with one hole to play. Our opponents couldn't believe it. However, they were still determined to beat us. Lion and I still had to play well, just for one more hole. We reached the green. Lion had a putt from fifteen feet to win the match. I heard our competitors talking about what they would do to tie the match if Lion missed his putt. I almost laughed. I knew my friend. Lion wasn't going to miss. I wasn't wrong. Lion's putt was perfect. Game. Set. Match.

Me and Lion shared $300 that we received for our victory in the golf tournament. To celebrate, we went out to eat. We invited Alec as well, and the three of us sat in the restaurant for nearly three hours, laughing, and talking about life. I finally went home that night, declining to spend the night with Alec. I smiled and told my mom about our win, then walked back to my room. When I reached my room, I jumped up on my bed and grabbed a big pillow.

I then proceeded to cry myself to sleep.

Present Day

I woke up around two hours later. Candice had texted me around three me about three minutes ago. What amazing timing. Hey, just finished eating, what'd Mila say?

She accused me of being an atheist. lol

Not sure why I thought that was funny.

Wtf, what is she up to this time.

You know her so well for someone you've never met.

Idk, I just, ugh. I told her I loved her...

The typing bubble appeared.

Here comes a lecture

Well, you always have been an honest person

Wait, what?

What do you mean?

What DID she mean?

You love her, sunshine. It's obvious. lol. You might not want to accept it, nor should you act on it, but you do. Just saying.

How could she have known that? She knows me so well

What do I do?

Other than hate myself.

There's nothing you can do. She was the first girl you ever loved, you'll always love her.

Please be wrong.

Thanks, Cuzzo.

Even though I feel worse now.

You're welcome. I'm here for you, I love you.

Not as much as I love you.... or Mila.