73 Memories

The Nineteenth Memory

So, I've decided that instead of updating whenever I find the time, I'll just update after I finish a Memory. So, that being said, I have a few more after this one that I'll be publishing. Comment and enjoy!

I'm behind the school. See you soon.

I read the text and smiled. You were going to give me a ride home today, but I had to meet a teacher before I could leave the building. I trudged across the courtyard, making my way around the huge building, which took a while.

But soon, you came into view. And you had someone with you. You smiled at her, and I could see her press herself into you. Your eyes grew wide, but you still hadn't seen me. I saw your mouth open, but I couldn't really make out the words you said. The girl, though, just grinned and pressed her lips to yours.

Before I could see how this ended, I said, "Oh my God." You heard and snapped your head towards me, but I couldn't see you finish turning because I had already spun around and started running.

I could hear you calling my name, telling me to stop so that you could explain.

I knew I should let you, but deep down, I didn't want you to. I like you a lot, and that was why I knew I should just use this excuse to keep you away from me. I didn't want you to know why I was here, so I was going to use this excuse to keep you from my secret. Before it was too late and I loved you and you were walking away from me because you knew my secret.

I liked you, but seeing you and another girl, it showed me a clearer path. A better one for both of us, one saving us both from heartbreak.

I couldn't sleep that night. And, besides that, my phone would vibrate every few seconds and I didn't have to look at the screen to know it was you.

Around midnight, I got up from my bed and took the blanket with me, standing in front of my window.

I pushed the curtain to the side, and across the street, I could see the light from your room, and I could see you staring at me.

You put your hand on the glass, and I sighed, pushing the curtain back in front of my window.

I climbed back into my bed and cried.

The next morning was Saturday, and I was grateful for that. I didn't want to go to school, to see you. I also didn't want you to see me so completely messed up over the whole situation.

My dad was out of the house, as usual, so I sat on the couch and did nothing but breathe and blink.

The sound of my door opening startled me out of my daze.

And then you came in, huffing with puffy eyes, just staring at me.

"Let me explain."