I Will Never Forget Him

Life Was Peaceful, For A Bit

My freshman year of high school was quite peaceful. I mean, some of my teachers were a really pain in the ass and some people really pissed me off but other than that, all was calm. I even managed to make a new friend, Dom. He lives in Florida now but were still friends. He even facetimes me and we talk about the weirdest shit. When I think about how our friendship started, I can't help but laugh. 

We would pick on each other, pull each others hair and draw on each other in marker. It was like kindergarten all over again. He hated me and I hated him but somewhere along the way we found some common ground. There was a television showed called "Avatar: The Last Airbender" and we were both obsessed with it. Once we started talking about the show I began to think, 'Hey, he's actually cool.' Eventually, we became really good friends.

That year, I had not one class with Jack. But I, unfortunately, I still saw him. At the crosswalk. In the halls. On my way to lunch. He was still everywhere I looked but I had some breathing room. Sometime I was able to go a few days without thinking about him at all. But he always showed up to remind me of him. I hated it. That's what my brain said, though. My heart would always scream 'You love him!' When I would see him across the street when we got out of school, all I could here was 'I love you!'

"Shut up." I said out loud once. All my friends looked at me as we waited on the cold street corner.

"Did we say something wrong?" One of them asked. I just shook my head and looked away. I was going crazy. Well, I'd been going crazy for a long time but now it was showing. It was all his fault. That year, I'd watch him walk to his car and sometimes we'd look at each other. It was brief, I would always look away first. But I would always look from the corner of my eye. On some days he would look a little longer. Please tell me you love me.  He never did though. Why would he look at me like that if he didn't love me? What was wrong with me? Did I scare him? What was it? When I went to church on Sundays, I'd pray that he would say something. Hell he could've told me he hated my guts and I would've been satisfied. Just now, at seventeen, I realize the answer was there the whole time. 

Author's Note: I guess when I was writing this the first time, I was listening to the song at the top. I guess you can listen to it if you want but it's of no importance to me. There's only like two chapters left. I'm going to have to tweak them though, because of the time difference. A lot of shit happens in two years. Anyway, thanks for reading.