Hope BettingField

Chapter 3

If you haven't guessed by now, Hope BettingField (THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS) moved away. And she didn't just move to another state, she moved to Switzerland which is a country in Europe. 

ARE. 

YOU. 

KIDDING.

 ME???!!!! 

She couldn't have moved to, like, Alabama or something?! I know the "boy loves a girl but the girl moves away story" sounds kind of cliché but it hurt. It hurt to know that I may never see her again. It hurt to know that texting and writing letters wouldn't feel that gaping hole in my heart. 

It wasn't till the last week of our second year of high school that she told me she was moving. And the worst part was that I didn't even say anything. I didn't say bye, I didn't say I'll miss you, I didn't tell her I loved her, I just stood there. 

And now I was in my second year of college and I was alone. My roommate hated me and everyone else thought I was weird, well except for Jackson. Jackson Opiual was about as tall as me, always wore a polo shirt and jeans, all the girls had a crush on him and all the guys wanted to be him. So since Hope left, he became kind of like my best back-up friend. 

"Do you have last nights math homework?"

"I'm not letting you copy my homework Jackson Opiual", I said while we were eating some form of what I think was chicken on a bench outside.

"Come on, I had lacrosse practice till 3:00 in the morning"

"Well thats not my fault"

"Bro..."

"No"

"Brooo"

"NO"

"Bro, bro, bro , bro, bro , bro , bro, bro , bro  bro , bro , bro , bro"

"FINE! Copy my work, but this is the last time I'll let you copy" (It wasn't the last time by the way)

"Whoa.."

"What now?" I asked annoyed.

"Look at that cutie over there"

I turned around and almost had a heart attack from what I saw. Hope BettingField talking with a group of guys. 'Oh God', I thought, 'I can't let her see me, not after I was such a coward. Not after I had just gotten over my feelings for her. But wait, why was she with all those gu- NO! Stop it Dakota, you are not in love with Hope BettingField....and her long hair ,and her green eyes, and her beautiful voice, and....Okay I need help' 

"We have to go"

"What? Why?"

"Look, I'll explain later but right now we have to leave"

It wasn't until we were back to my dorm room and locked the door that I told Jackson the extremely embarrassing story of my love for Hope BettingField and how I cannot be around her and how she cannot know I go here. I didn't know how that would work but I had to find a way. I mean she wouldn't want to see me...would she?

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Thank you all for reading my story 'Hope BettingField'. I know it's not the best story but I am working really hard on it.

Thank you again, and stay positive.

-NadiaTheDj