Part 1

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by cadalie

by cadalie

My love life sucks. I have never been in a relationship before and I've been hooked on this guy since 6th grade. He has made me laugh, cry, smile, frown, and mostly.... just hurt me. Not intentionally . Really, the only thing that hurts is that he doesn't love me back. At least I don't think he does. Or that he puts me down when I'm already unhappy. I am clueless into how I love him. My heart aches everytime I see him with another girl. I can't control it. My heart tells me this is the right guy to be with. To spend my time with and grow old with him.

I crushed my cold peas with my metal spoon and the talking and shouting of the other sophomores in the cafeteria. I can't believe it. I was 16 years old and still obsessing over a damn guy that I knew practically my entire Jr. High years and almost all of my high school years. Granted I'm only a second year, but it's halfway there until I graduate from this hell hole.
"Gracie! Don't you agree??"
The shouting of my friend got my attention from my daze. I looked over and saw my friend, Kellin, staring at me with those sharp blue eyes of hers as she held a spoonful of chicken in her hand. I gaped at her, my face riddled with confusion.

"I didn't hear you." I stated. She groaned. "I was telling Flynn here," she spat his name like venom, but in a joking matter, "That country music is far by the worst genre ever created!" she crossed her arms and looked at the redhead sitting next to her. Flynn rolled his eyes, "No it's Kpop dumbass." Kellin growled at Flynn before turning to me again.

"What do you think? Which is more worse?" I giggled, "Country obvi." Kellin cheered and Flynn scoffed and stuffed his face with saltines.

"Honestly.." she said sharply. "Just because you're from more southern states, doesn't mean you need to bash on my boys." She pointed at her BTS shirt. Flynn said nothing in response but looked at her as if she was satan. I pouted and ate my peas.

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Soon enough, the bell rang signaling for lunch ending. Everyone got up and began throwing away their garbage and stacking trays on the top of the trash cans. I followed Kellin and Flynn to band class. I looked down at my toes the way there thinking about anything that flew into my mind. We entered the room and split up to get ready for an hour and a half of complete shit. I began to put my chair up and flute together.