High School Love Story

Chapter Eight: Mila

John can be so annoying. I told him I would be okay. I mean, I was tired, and I was like 70% sure I didn't have a concussion. I stood up, and looked at my phone. John hadn't texted me back yet. Who does he think he is? I texted him again: Aren't you happy that I'm okay?? His response didn't take very long. Yeah, I'm grateful, I'm not happy with the way you conveyed the news to me. Oh freaking well. I'd tell him I was okay however I wanted to. It was his job to love me forever. And keep his life on hold just in case I run out of guys that like me.

Yeah, something like that.

October 1, 2011

"Just go out with him!" said Brittney, "You know how much he likes you!" Brittney and I were at her house. It was a Saturday night. "I just don't like him like that though" I said to her. I wasn't lying, I really didn't see John as a potential boyfriend; I didn't know why, I just didn't.

John was the type of guy that you kept as a friend, but didn't date. He was tall: about 6'1", but he wasn't very attractive. He was strong, but he wasn't thin. He was funny, sweet, and smart, but didn't know how to flirt. That was enough to deter me. Brittney still tried to persuade me though, having "both" of our best interests in mine. Yeah right, she wanted me to date John. Did she know what people would think? "Come on, Mila, he's so sweet to you, he would do anything you asked him to" It would be nice to have a guy whipped. "I don't know Brittney, you know I'm not about long term relationships. She gave me an exasperated look, and walked into the other room. I checked my phone. There was one message.

John: Hey.

I texted him back: Hey.

John: What are you doing?

Me: Just hanging out with Brittney.

John: Cool. Cool. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?

Oh God.

Me: Probably nothing, why?

John: Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go eat with me.

Oh hell no.

Me: I don't have any money.

John: I wasn't gonna let you pay anyway.

Oh barf.

Me: Nahh, I'll feel bad.

John: If you don't wanna go, just say it.

Fine, I don't wanna go.

Me: It's not like that, I just don't like other people paying for my stuff.

John: Well, that's okay, I'll probably be busy anyway.

Yeah right, who would wanna hang out with you?

Me: Well that's good. Well, I'm about to go to sleep.

John: It's 8:47

Me: Did I ask you what time it was?

John: Okay well, goodnight.

Me: Night.

God I was tired of that guy. The only reason I talked to him was because of Brittany, who wasn't even in the room with me right now. She finally walked back in. "Why did you tell John you went to bed?"

"I was tired of talking to him"

"Well, we've been texting for about three hours and just asked me why you went to bed that early?"

He believed me? What an idiot.

"Well, tell him I was tired."

"Whatever, Mila. I'm going to bed"

"What are you talking about?"

"Goodnight"

She left the room.

What a bitch.