Every Love Story Is Beautiful But Ours Is My Favorite

Nothing's Ever Perfect...

                      A week or two went by and me and him would talk on Facebook and I finally figured out I liked him, a lot, but I still didn't understand the feeling I got that night.

                      The next day at school I told hope that I liked him, that I liked him more than friends. I would regret that later, wish I hadn't said that. It was one of the worst mistakes I made.

                      Every day she would tell me the same thing but in different words. "You can't trust him. He's just like all the other guys. He's going to hurt you." The words lingered in my brain as my eyes began to tear up. "Stop!" I yell at Hope as I jump up and leave sobbing through what seems to be rivers of tears.

                      My brain, it now throbbing and flooding with thoughts. "What if he is just like all the other guys." "What if i get hurt." "Why am i crying so much?" "Why did it hurt so much to hear that?" "why does it hurt so much to think that he may be one of those guys?" "Maybe because he is?" "No! Stop, don't believe what other people say. Not until you have proof or they do." 

                       I wipe away the tears as i enter my class. My teacher pulls me aside "Maddison? Are you OK?" "yes" "OK well if u need to you can step out or go to the bathroom to take a minute. "No, no I'm OK. Thanks though."

                        I'm not sure why Mrs. Harrigan tries so hard to be nice. She knows shes mean. She knows that the students don't like her. Yet she still tries? Let me rephrase that, she still pretends? Its a waste of energy to be honest. It just upsets me that she acted like she cared right then. Half the time I'm upset its because of her. But hey who am i to blame, if I was a grandma and still had to work as a teacher dealing with ignorant middle schoolers when I could be retired I'd be pretty cranky too.

                         Few days went by. Then weeks. I didn't text Alec. I told myself not to believe it but for some reason I found myself hesitant and unable to do the doable, text him. He would text me every once in awhile, but i didn't really text him back, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Eventually a month came and went and it was a Friday again, well to be exact it was Friday, May 13. Once again there was a function on that Friday night. I was filled with enthusiasm and excitement, I couldn't wait to go.

                         I grabbed my long sleeve shirt that was blue with white sleeves that said messy hair don't care and my favorite black leggings. Then in the corner of my eye my blue ankle shallow converse caught my sight and I grabbed them too. As I threw them on I grabbed my makeup, a mirror, and my hair curler and continued getting ready in the living room. 

                         As I got ready I scrolled through Facebook and, he, texted me. Alec. I looked at the text "Hey, are you going to function tonight?" "ya, are you?" "ya". He started typing but i had to go so i logged out, closed the computer and headed out the door.