What is my life???

We Call Him "Spanish"

This one happened this school year. So this story is kind of a work in progress, but not really. On to the story...

Ok so I'm in Spanish 2 and there are a few juniors in the mostly sophomore class because they took Spanish 1 their sophomore year. Anyway, my Spanish teacher (we should call her Senora Turner but we call her Senora bc we're lazy fucks) changes the seating chart after every unit. So after we finish one unit I was sat next to a junior. His name is Dawson. I had no intention of ever really talking to him because I really didn't know him. At first, I confused him and another junior whose name starts with 'D' who happened to be in the same class. 

Well he decided he wanted to talk to me. And me being the incredibly polite person I am, I would give him short responses. As days go by, Dawson and I started talking more. It turned into a very flirty thing. I was really skeptical at first because I exaggerate things in my head. But one of my less close friends noticed how flirty we got. So I knew something was up. 

When me and my best friend talk, we like to talk in code. We like to make sure that even if someone hears us talking they have no idea what we are talking about. So instead of calling me flirting with Dawson "the thing" or "my thing" we decided to call him "Spanish". And that's probably what I'm going to call him the rest of the story because I feel more comfortable with that.

So things with "Spanish" got pretty intense at times. Even though we were just "talking" he would say "I love you like a friend". At first, I didn't know what to do but eventually, I would say it back. And in my Spanish notebook he wrote "I <3 you" a couple different times... I'll give you a minute to take that all in, I know it's a lot. Especially since we were just "talking".

"Spanish" is also amazing at drawing. And he says he's not but it's lies.

He also happened to have lunch at the same time and me and Sara, and he sat at the same lunch table. So he would start off lunch on his side of the table with his friends, but then after eating, or sometimes before that, he would move to mine and Sara's side of the table. And after a ton of flirting, we decided to hang out outside of school.

I was surprisingly allowed to hang out with just him. Like I don't know what happened to my mother but I was ok with it. We live in a small town, so all we can do is go to boring stores or get food. We started off by hitting up Taco Bell. After that, we went to Walmart to smell candles because we both love burning candles. Then, we went to Salvation Army because there is some weird ass shit in there sometimes. And then we just drove around and talked. It was pretty chill.

My best friend, being my best friend, kept asking Dawson if he liked me. She was hella persistent. After asking about 4 times he told her that he liked me. And she told him that I liked him. He was really unsure about me liking him though. So to prove it to him she texted me "If Dawson were to ask you out would you say yes?" I knew what she was doing because she was Snaping me when she asked him if he liked me. So I responded in a clueless "Yeah" "Why?" She is great because she said, "Cuz I was just wondering" And me still being a kind of manipulative fuck said "??? Ok???" Sara then sent him screenshots of the texts.

The next thing Sara did was bug him about asking me out. I didn't ask her to do it but once she started she didn't want to stop till she got an answer. It took her a while to get him to say a direct answer. He said that he wanted us to spend more time together. I was ok with that answer because it makes sense.

Fast forward about a month, in Spanish class we switched units and we got moved across the room from each other. That changed how much we talked but we still were pretty good. The flirting was still pretty strong. But sometime after we got moved things gradually changed for the worst.

A couple of weeks before Christmas break we kinda stopped talking. He stopped going to mine and Sara's side of the table at lunch. For the first couple of days, I figured he was doing work or is just talking to his friends. But after a while, it didn't seem like that anymore. He wouldn't even respond to me on Snapchat, he only kept the streak. And at times I figured that he didn't want to talk at times. I mean I do it too so I couldn't get mad. But every attempt I made to talk to him was a fail.

So I decided after Christmas I would deal with it and I guess I did. I confirmed with Sara that he was being distant and I decided that during the half and full week after the break if he was acting the same as before break, I would give up. When I made that decision I was already sad because, as always, I got my hopes up too high. The only thing that made me feel better was making plans to be a cold ass bitch. So that's what I did.

When we got back from break, unfortunately, things were still the same. So I ignored him, still am ignoring him. I also dropped our streak because like the wise Haddie said: "Sweetie you can drop your streak because he dropped you." And so I have mourned the possibility of us having a relationship and I'm moving on with my life. AND GUESS WHO DECIDES TO TALK TO ME AGAIN??? DING! DING! DING! YOU ARE CORRECT! DAWSON!

He tried asking me for help with his Spanish homework the other day. Like bitch who do you think you are??? You stopped talking to me, I'm not helping you do your homework. I'm not gonna be here for you to use. To me, it seems like I'm being used and I'm not a fucking tissue so back the fuck off... Ok, I'm getting heated. So that's the latest update in my story. I'll keep you posted if anything new happens.