The Unforgiving Love

The Messages

My day had started off normal enough. I'd went through all of my classes like I had since school started almost six months ago. I went to AVID, Honors English 3, pre-calculus lunch, Spanish 3, AP Human Geography. Everything went well until I got to this class, chemistry. We aren't normally allowed to get our laptops out. So today was an exception I guess we could call it. I mean really it isn't because usually when our teacher is absent we are allowed to listen to music while we do our web quest.

I have a tab opened for my music and another one for my email because I am talking to Ashley, she is my best friend, has been since I was in kindergarten which was about ten years ago. I was doing my web quest when all of a sudden my email chimed, though it’s more like a ding dong type of thing. So I go back to my email hoping it is Ashley, although a part of me knows it isn’t. Ashley and I are talking about her new boyfriend so it is a conversation I am very interested in. I click on the tab that says Mail- Marissa Clems, thinking that Ash’s name is going to be dark pink, indicating that I got a message from her. But as I look up from my paper to my computer I see that it isn’t her name written in bold pink letters upon my screen, but someone else’s. I looked at my computer screen staring in confusion at the name I find there.

Who is this person? Why are they emailing me? How did they even get my email to begin with? Did someone I know give them my name? Did they somehow know me? No. No if they did I would remember their name. Only my close friends, classmates and teachers email me. So who is this person with the unfamiliar name? What did they want with me?

The computer screen is lighting up my face as I sit staring at a message from....who is he? I look at the name of the person...Spencer Black. I recognize the name and the wheels in my head start turning as I think back to the past few months in this new school...the last of high school nonetheless. And then it hits me like Rapunzel did to Flynn Rider in that movie, Tangled?, anyways I remember. This dude had been texting me almost every week in September trying to get me to talk to him or something like that. I had refused, well not refused but ignored his messages on the off chance that he might give up. I thought he had, but apparently I was wrong. Ugh, maybe if I tell him I’m not into him he might give up.

As I open the email I remember my mom telling me never to talk to strangers when I was in third grade. Well sorry mom, I am.

From: Spencer Black
Subject: math
Date: October 16, 2015 2:15
To: Marissa Clems
Hi. How are you?
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From: Marissa Clems
Subject: math
Date: October 16, 2015 2:30
To: Spencer Black
Hey? Good. Hby? Who are you?
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From: Spencer Black
Subject: math
Date: October 16, 2015 2:32
To: Marissa Clems
A person...that person you hollered at...at the college fair.
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As the next song in my #MyLifeTho playlist on YouTube starts playing I think back to the day I presented my board on the University of California in San Diego, the one thing in English I got an A+ on. I stayed up all night working on that thing, making sure it was perfect, along with my outfit for the presentation. I got my grade back and I was like Shit, bro! WTF??, because I made a 110.

At some point a guy almost trampled my friend, Madison, that had her board set up on the table behind mine. I was talking to her from in front of my board because no one was coming to my board. I peeped around my board a minute after she didn't respond to what I was saying. The guy would back up and be all up on her, I was assuming it was an accident and I was right but it was rude. So, I hollered at him telling him there was a person behind him and to stop backing up on her. It was funny at the time. Me and Madison had laughed about it afterward and made a joke of it. I mean I kinda felt sorry for hollering at the dude so the next time I saw him I told him I was sorry. That friends stick up for other friends and that's why I had hollered at him.

I really haven’t talked to him since then. What reason do you have to talk to him? It’s ironic that he would text me now. After giving up about a month ago I'd figured I’d never have to talk to him again, yet I’m sitting here staring at a message from him. I look at the time and reason with myself that I will just ignore his messages.

I mean I did it for a month and he gave up what’s not to say that now isn't the same? I'll just tell him I’m not interested when I get home.

I ignore the strange feeling I get and go on to do my work because I know I don't have time to talk anymore. Fifteen minutes till the bell rings for dismissal and I only have half my work done. I clamshell my computer so I can focus on my school work. The bell rings as I finish with the last question and I sigh in relief as I turn my work in and leave the school campus. Damn that was close, and all for a stupid boy.