My story

A New Start?

I transferred to my new high school in the middle of second semester, and it was such a better place than my previous school.
I met up with some old friends, and those ended up being the people I stayed with.
I was too scared to put myself out there, fearing that the same thing would happen all over again.

I didn't talk much in many of my classes, I remained a wallflower.
The quiet freshman girl with short hair, with the band tees, with the black jeans, with the black eyeliner, with the dark lipsticks.
Always having my earbuds in and walking in the shadows.
I was the girl, that people gave weird looks.
The one that stood out, yet somehow no one knew.

I was an office assistant during my fifth period, since it was my last period of the day.
I would walk around delivering notes and papers around the school for the ladies that worked in the front office.
The offered me the period, to help me get to know the school better.

I remember, one of y first days, I was so lost.
Not knowing where any of these building were at.
And that was how I met.... let's call him Will.

Will was a senior boy (I know, again?)
He was a bit taller than me, had thick black hair that was cut into this bowl cut type of style.
He wore monotone colors, and always wore this black scarf.

I was lost delivering the notes I was given, and saw him sitting alone, assuming he had a free.
I asked him, where the building were that I needed to deliver these notes.
And I could've sworn, the second I walked up to him, I saw this shine in his eyes.

He shyly offered to walk me around the school and show me the building I was looking for.

I was so glad to to have found such a helpful person!
But once again, I let my trusting side get the best of me.

I found out that Will was a senior, and he had no fifth period, but stuck around because he has a sixth period.
I found out about his passion for jazz, and playing piano. And his love for theatrical works.
About how he's more introverted and prefers his music over people.
Nice guy, right?

What I wasn't aware of, is how this boy slowly became obsessed with me.
Following me around during school, waiting for me so he can walk me around the school.
Complimenting me like crazy, noticing every little thing about me.
Asking questions that weren't appropriate at times.

When he asked for my number, I told him no.
And he got upset with me.
For weeks he begged for my number and I just started distancing myself from him.

He would wait for me during lunches, during my fifth period, even after school hours.

One day I just told him, I didn't like him, and to leave me alone.

I'm just glad that despite his obsessive behave towards me didn't progress to the previous incident I had with that other senior boy.

But the rest of that year, I did remember occasionally seeing him follow me, and feel his eyes on me from the distance.
He graduated and left, and honestly, I don't feel bad saying I'm glad he was gone.