To be honest, I think out of all the moments throughout my Sophomore year, this one is something I always find myself smiling at. @(^_^)@
More time had passed and he wanted to make amends with me, asking me if I was free sometime after school. I really didn't want to talk to him, but I knew that from his previous actions towards me, he won't care if I tell him to go away again. I agreed to talk to him, but I told him that it all depends if I am free. If I am not, then we will not talk and he needs to understand that. He told me that he understood and on a Friday, I was with Jeremiah in DnD at Everest and he texted me that he was heading over there and wanted to talk to me.
Jeremiah was having a hard time with his feelings again, so I was trying to console him as he began to have tears appear in his eyes, making them have this glossy appearance. I saw his text but didn't respond and instead, held hands with Jeremiah and continued to be the shoulder he could cry on. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest when Jeremiah rested his forehead on mine. He was so close to be but so far away at the same time. I really wanted him to choose me in the end, but if anything, I wanted to see him smile.
He came to DnD and continued to watch Jeremiah and I from the perimeter of the room. I didn't bother to look at him and kept my eyes focused on Jeremiah. I didn't want to talk to him. I was hoping that he would go away and see that I just wanted to be with Jeremiah. I knew that I agreed to talk to him, but I felt as if I was more pressured into talking to him despite my feelings that he knew very well.
He kept watching us. He kept watching me.
Finally, he walked over to us and crouched on the opposite side of the table. "Hey, is this bad timing?" He questions with a strange smile.
I looked away from Jeremiah and for the first time in what seemed like years, I looked at him and made brief eye contact. I have been avoiding his gaze and turning away every time he was in the same room as me, that I forgot that he looked like a teenage boy. His face was foreign and the look his blue eyes made the urge to turn away increase.
I didn't like looking at him.
There is something in the next chapter that still makes me laugh to this day. I hope all of you continue to read this story. ツ
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
