The Last Night

16

I returned to school at the beginning of February. It was just as I had left it, but yet so much different.
All eyes were on me. Me. Everyone was judging me. But honestly, I didn't care.
"Hey, look! It's Samara!"
It was Aaron.
I ignored him.
"Where have you been?"
I closed my eyes and continued walking.
"Have you been looking for a plastic surgeon to make you look good but no one will take you?"
He kept following me.
"You are such an idiot! What are you? Mute?"
That's it. I needed to say something. There was something I'd been longing to say for a long time.
"No," I said. "I'm not the idiot. You are! You are an idiot to think that I am an idiot. You don't fucking understand what I've been through! My fucking brother ran away, I'm a fucking orphan, and I set my fucking house on fire and you think I'm a fucking idiot? You're a bitch, and I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
Aaron look stunned. And then he did the weirdest thing. He began to cry.
"Awwww," I said. "Why are you crying? Are you a big little baby?"
Oh, why did I just say that?
"You don't understand," Aaron said between tears.
And then he ran away, sniffing his tears to conceal them.
Oh, Aaron. You're just like me. You're not a jerk. You're just a sad kid.