I Thought...

There was this boy. His name? I'd rather not say. But I can assure you that it's one of the most beautiful names for a boy. And he was a beautiful being, too.

He was one of the school jocks. One of the popular kids. He skates, drinks, smokes and parties on weekends. Girls bow over his dimples, his grand dark-chocolate hair and tall figure. And I was just one of those girls who had a small, close-knit group of friends unknown to the rest of the school. 

We were different. Very different. And probably, you're asking right now---if you're so different, how'd you two meet?

We were classmates.

We've known each other for a long time, but we never really talk. He has his loud, boisterous, arrogant friends while I have my weird, funny and anti-social friends. You see, in every class, we are always divided in different groups. The jocks, the weirdos, the music dudes, the quiet ones, the social butterflies, the nerds and the out-of-the-world guys.

Our adviser saw this barrier between us, and maybe she thought it was a smart idea to give us a new seat plan. Not a single group of friends were seated near to each other. All our seatmates were strange to us. Unfortunately, my seatmate was him. 

"Hi Mich!" he greeted me with his trademark, perfect, white smile

"Hello" I eyed him awkwardly "How come you know my name?"

"We've been in the same class for what, three four years? I'm not that forgetful you know" he chuckled

The edge of my lips twitched, forming a small smile. That was our very first conversation. Weeks passed and everything went smoothly.  We talked almost about everything. I've learned he listens to my favorite band and even reads one of my favorite series! The next thing I know, we formed a connection.

***

Ever since we became close, he called almost every night. He was a talkative jerk. Never out of topics to talk about. He shared how his parents broke up and why he goes drunk almost every Friday night. I even spilled some of my beans. At first, I thought he was hiding from everyone that he was talking to a geek like me, but no.

After the Christmas break, he openly showed everyone that I meant something to him. He brought my books from my locker to the classroom, he gave me hugs from the back in the middle of the hallway and he even requested a song for me in one of the radio shows during lunch.

And I actually bought his comic act.

The week after the final exams, the connection we had was gone.

The connection between us just vanished. Maybe it found the closet to Narnia or got killed as a tribute! I don't know. I thought he was falling for me, too. That I wasn't the only one getting sparks of electricity whenever our skins touch or the blush that creeps up my cheeks whenever our peers tease us. I thought we had something there. But I guess, I was the only one falling in-love. I was the only one assuming that we had a spark. I was just one of his little flings. One of his used toys.

So to the kids out there, don't let anyone see your heart. Don't let anyone fool you with sweet words. They will just leave you in the end. And I swear, it will kill every bit of hope you have.

There's just too much to lose.