Rejected

I'm a sophomore, and it's the last week of school. There's somebody I've been best friends with since 2nd grade. His name is Cameron, and I recently fell in love with him. I remember in 4th grade, when people teased about us dating. I never liked him before and I don't know why, he was so sweet. He gave my gifts and made presents for me. He was my partner in projects and he was the one person I talked to on the phone at 2:00 AM. I miss those days.

Today I sat next to him, we smiled and talked to each other. I felt happier than ever, because I felt more close to him than anything and I was really hoping to be more than just friends. He looked me in the eyes and out of nowhere someone said,"Ooh, Melissa! You have a boyfriend!" I ignored them, it was just Andy insulting me all over again. He hated my guts for no reason. Cameron started getting annoyed after more than just one person started teasing us. I knew they were probably starting to spread rumors about Cameron and I, but what could I do? I like Cameron so much, if something were to make us hate each other, I'd never be the same again. Just when I started thinking that Cameron and I had something more, he insulted me. Cameron said,"Wow. You're really stupid." I giggled, assuming he didn't mean it. He had a straight face and looked really pissed off. I was partners with him in math, I got one answer wrong and he called me stupid, I don't think I should take that seriously. I am a little hurt, but I guess one insult shouldn't affect me that much. Cameron frowned and sighed, I softly asked,"..Is there something wrong?" He glared at me and said,"Yeah, I have to be partners with a dumbass like you." That hurt even more, so I sarcastically said,"Gee that's nice. What's wrong with you?" Cameron ignored me and started answering the problems on his own. I asked him what answers he got to check if we got the same answers. He ignored me and made me feel rejected. I felt unwanted. The hurtful thing is having someone you like hate you. The hardest thing is pretending that you don't care. I ate lunch alone, he tried avoiding me for the rest of the day. Should I leave him alone? He's the best person ever, and losing him hurts me more than anything. The next day, I tried making new friends. Instead I ended up talking to random people who couldn't care less about me. I wanted to cry, I'm not used to Cameron not caring about me, not here next to me, not hugging me everyday, not wanting me to be his closest friend ever. This last week was the worst week for me. People started calling me a loner and so many hurtful words. Everyday I was so happy to go home because I'd be away from everyone. I didn't want to talk to anybody ever again, but I didn't have to worry about that because nobody wants to talk to a loner. I would always go home and lay in my bed, hugging the pillow tightly as I cried and thought about the things everybody said. Some people even say,"Oh, I forgot you were even in this class." I wish Cameron was here with me, he'd hug me and comfort me, he'd make all the bad thoughts go away. He always did that to me when I was little, whenever someone insulted me so much that I cried, Cameron was there for me. This year nothing ever happened to me because I was too happy and focused on Cameron. Now I started to blend in with the background and I felt unwanted. I felt so rejected that I started to convince myself that my family doesn't even love me that much. I would never talk anymore because I was afraid to even open up, I was afraid of getting hurt and I hoped that someone would actually be there for me, and know what I'm feeling. On Thursday a group of girls asked me to join them for lunch, I accepted their offer and felt a little bit of hope. We ate lunch and they made some jokes and they got to know me. They invited me to a party at the beach after 10:00 PM. That's when the beach closes and nobody is allowed. I agreed to go and they smiled and said,"Come at 10:00 PM and wait until 11:00 PM and you'll see us. Okay?" I nodded my head. At 10:00 PM I got dressed into a pink and grey striped shirt, and some capris. I snuck out and ran to the beach, it was closed and nobody was around, it was dark and I had to wait for them. I didn't bring my phone because I was too embarrassed, all those girls had iPhone 4s while I was stuck with a lame Nano iPod and a smart phone. I had only three contacts, my sister, my mom, and my dad. I obviously didn't text anyone, so why should I show them that I actually am a loner after all? I sat near the waves and waited til 11:00 PM as I played with the sand. I saw people with flashlights coming, so I got excited and waved. Then they pointed at me and ran towards me, then I got a closer look and realized that it was security checking if anybody was at the beach. I ran away, as I was being chased by 3 security gaurds and I managed to make it home and lose them. I snuck upstairs to my bedroom and I crawled in bed. I was upset. I was also disappointed in myself, I'm so stupid. Why would I believe those girls? Why would I do something so stupid and have them laugh at me as they enjoy seeing me suffer? I was desperate for friends, but now I'm in a bad situation and I can't get out of it. Those girls planned the whole thing, they make me go to the beach and wait so I could get caught and humiliated. I probably can't even go to the beach anymore. Why is my life so horrible? The next day I ate lunch alone until the group of girls came over and laughed at me. Tears suddenly flowed down my cheeks as they walked away and everyone heard the story of what happened to me. Today was the last day of school, Cameron threw a party. I got a letter in my bag and it said,"Dear Melissa, I'm sorry for what happened and to make it up, I was wondering if you could come to my party? Sincerely, Cameron." I wiped the tears off my cheeks and felt happy. Maybe my life could be normal again. Later during night, I went to Cameron's house and there were lots of people from my school. I managed to make my way towards Cameron's bedroom, I opened the door and found him making out with one of the girls from the group of girls that made me go to the beach at 10:00 PM and get in trouble. I gasped and shut the door. I sat on the staircase all alone, staring at the ground. I begged for nobody to notice me, I didn't want anybody to know I was at Cameron's party, alone and upset. I was thinking to myself until a group of boys came to me. They were obviously friends with Cameron. They said,"Hey, what are you doing here?" I said,"Cameron sent me an invitation." One boy laughed and said,"Oh did he?" I got curious, Cameron probably didn't even send that letter, they're probably just trying to make me embarrass myself. I said,"Well, I thought he did. But I guess not." I got up and I got really worried when Cameron came towards me. He said,"What the hell is a freak like you doing here!?" I said,"I..I got a letter from you." He frowned and said,"Seriously!? I didn't send you any letter! I don't care about you! I bet you just wrote that stupid letter to yourself and now you're trying to make it seem like I sent it to you." I wanted to cry, everybody was staring at me. I said,"No! Someone sent me a letter and it said it was from you!" Cameron got even more pissed off. I heard people calling me names and laughing at me. He said,"Are you really trying to make it look like I care about a dumb bitch like you!? I don't want you in my life, you're dead to me and you're making an excuse to crash my party! You're a loner and nobody loves you! I bet your parents don't even want you! They should have set you up for an abortion! I hope you commit suicide because nobody would give a fuck if you died, instead they'd celebrate. So leave! Nobody wants you here." I couldn't stand there and listen to all the things he said, I ran outside and went back home and I wanted to hug my bed. I wanted to feel loved. When I stood there, I could hear everybody saying harsh things and laughing at me. I really did want to commit suicide. I wanted to run away, I want someone to put me out of my misery. I didn't know loving someone could cause so much damage to your heart. I don't want to love again. I don't want to get out of my room. I could lock myself in a closet forever. I'll do anything to never see anybody again.

This is not a true story. It's more like a short story of what its like to feel unwanted and bullied, not that I would know. The End.