High School

Chapter 2

   Roberto plays a huge part in my life. Though he was in it for a limited time, the affect he had on my heart was great and has changed how I act with guys.

   The summer in between my freshman year and sophomore year of high school I started talking to a guy named Roberto. I had known who was since 8th grade, but we never really talked. I knew he was a huge player and before I had wanted nothing to do with him. Over the summer of 2015, we became friends. Just friends? I thought so, but as time progressed I would often catch myself thinking about him and one day I realized we weren't just friends. There was definitely something there. The beginning of summer was about him. I went to a cheer camp in Dallas for a few days and the entire time I was there I was talking to him. I looked forward to it every night. I would get back to my hotel room late at night, exhausted from such a long day and stay up all night talking to him, but it was so worth it- at the time. But the day I got back to El Paso from Dallas, he stopped talking to me. I tried to talk to him, but he would ignore me. Eventually I gave up, but of course right as I gave up he came running back.

   This didn't happen just once, it happened all summer, and then some. I don't know why I allowed it to happen, but I really fell for him. And every time he left I would get so upset and then he'd come back and I treated him like nothing happened. Towards the end of the summer I took a trip to the Grand Canyon and then Colorado Springs. When I left things were fine between us, but all of a sudden he stopped talking to me. I figured it was fine and he would come running back in a week and we'd be together when I got back. The trip was great. I saw so many great things and I had a blast. The day before it was time for me to go back to El Paso, I saw a picture he posted of him and his ex-girlfriend, who was no longer his ex. I had never been so heartbroken. I wanted to scream and cry but I couldn't. I hated this. I hated him. But I didn't hate him. I couldn't hate him. I knew he was like this before I got into this mess so why did I let myself get hurt??

   I went to school about a week after I got back from the trip and he wasn't there. He had moved schools. The whole time he had a girlfriend he would flirt with me and tell me he didn't really want to be with her, but he wanted to be with me. I always believed him, but he never did anything about it. He never broke up with her for me like I wanted him to. He had a hold on me for months. From June to October I let him treat me like I was worthless and not good enough. That is no way to be treated. After he broke up with his girlfriend, I thought we would be together, but he let again. It was at that point that I realized he really didn't want me and I gave up for good. My heart was broken, but luckily I had great friends to help me out.

   Speaking of great friends, let's go back to the beginning of sophomore year and meet Lewis.