Chapter 5: Returning to School

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Over break I got a new phone. First thing I do is download Snapchat and text Chris. He explains and keeps telling me "We need to talk, first thing Monday morning". I was really sad and nervous because he has been acting weird lately and not himself at all. I knew what me and him had was going to end. So, it's Monday morning. I knew he normally gets to school at around 7:40 a.m. which is 5 minutes before the bell rings to get to class, but he came 10 minutes earlier than he normally does to talk to me. I'm waiting by the stairs which is somewhat near his locker. He sees me, taps my arm and tells me, "les go". He never addresses me like that, I knew it was coming to an end. I try to act how I normally do, calm. But deep down inside I was going to start crying, hard. I kept telling myself, "keep it together Jessica, you don't even know what he has to say". That is all I kept saying to myself. He gets his stuff and walk with me to the stairs, we sit down. He looks really sad and nervous while talking to me.  He says "So, I've been thinking about us over break, and I think we should just stay friends how we were before. I don't want to end on bad terms with you like I did with Joanna. I want us to be friends if that's okay?" In my mind, I am crying. In reality, my eyes are watering and I am about to start to cry. Before I do, I responded back in a soft voice "Well I have to be okay with it, I am not going to force you to do something that doesn't make you happy. But if this doesn't make you happy then I'm fine with it". I really am not fine. I care about him so much to let him go. He says "Are we good?", I said, "Yeah". He holds ihis arm out reaching for a hug, I knew that was the last hug I would ever get from him that is so meaningful so I made it a long hug. I start to go upstairs, crying. He notices I start to cry. He yells "Jessica, come here. Please don't cry" his voice trails off as I start to walk away. I knew if I stood in his face, looking him in the eyes, I would keep crying and crying. So I went to class.

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