Jack Watson was popular in ninth grade. Maybe people finally began noticing his good looks or maybe it was the fact that he was the most social creature, I have the misfortune of knowing
Poor me, in that aspect I was polar opposite of him. I dislike company of a bunch of people, I was more content on either being alone or with Jack.
As the year progressed, I saw less of him, he was always surrounded by his "buddies" and barely managed to show up under the tree at lunch.
I was a bitter with it, so I started ignoring his calls and messages.
The day before our summer vacations, he found me in front of my locker.
"Hey Winter!" He said, approaching me.
I gave him a polite nod and a fleeting smile, "Sorry, need to run, I have a baby sister to pick."
He nodded, barely passing me a glance as his "so-called-buddies" yelled his name across the hall. He hurriedly left me alone, as if being seen with me would harm him physically.
Well, it's his loss.
Or that's what I tried to tell myself.
And just like that, we tore the last connection we had, passing each other in hallways or playground, without a second glance, like strangers.
It was painful.
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Half eaten apple
Short StoryIn which two boys bond over a half eaten fruit. Winter Timberlake met Jack Watson in 6th Grade when the latter asked for a half eaten apple from him. [BxB]
