ERIC'S POV
The day is going by very slow... Slower than usual.
It's Friday and the bell has already rung... Here I am having to show this new guy Micheal around the school.
I looked over and saw him staring at me.. It was kind of creepy. So I broke our silence by pointing to the Creative Writing Room.
"That's room 202. Creative Writing. My best friend Jake made me take it because I have 'Such a good talent'"
"I had a friend named Jake... I dated him, but he broke up with me before I moved out of state. Said he didn't love me like he loved his best friend.. The thing is.. His best friend doesn't even know he's Gay! He's too scared to tell him...
I kind of wonder if he has...It's been a year or two.. I moved back this Summer. Funny isn't it? That he says he loves his best friend but he won't even tell him that he does?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I wrote a poem after we broke up. I know we just met but... Want to hear it?"
"Sure!"
"I should have known,
I should have known.
That you didn't love me,
That you never did..
It was all a game.
A lie.
I test.
You love him,
Not me.
I should have read between your lines.
Your actions,
Your words.
Your actions told the truth,
Where your words spoke only lies.
You loved him.
Far too much.
Never giving anyone else a chance.
Striving after someone who isn't meant to be yours.
I should have known you'd let me down.
I should have known.
I should have known."
After he read me the poem I got a strange feeling in my stomach.
"Hey look, I'm sorry, but, I gotta go. I loved the poem though! My boyfriend writes poetry. You guys would be great friends in no time! You should come over sometime! Text me anytime you wanna come over!" I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down my number for him.
"Bye!"
"Thanks! Bye!" He shouted as I ran torwards the door.
I needed some fresh air. Something about that poem stuck with me.. I just couldn't get it out of my head.
