Falling for You

Where it Starts

Growing up, my life was never the best. I watched my father walk out of my life, and my mother was too selfish to ever really stay around for to long. I lived with my grandmother for most of my life, and while she tried her best her parenting left me broken and depressed. I never felt like I belonged in my family. I never felt like I belonged anywhere except for on stage. On stage, I never had to be me, and even if it was a small role, pretending to be someone else was liberating.

It's the first week of senior year, and my first attempt at an actual relationship during high school had ultimately failed. It took every bit of strength for me to say something to him about it. It took everything in me to tell my crush of five months, Quin Matthews, how I felt about him. It went well for about three months, which was a new record for me.

I walked my ass through the door for my last year at this hell hole . I, Rose Jackson, am class president and mediocre tennis player. I walked to the door of my first period class and saw how my failed love interest was sitting on the other side of the Chior room. I forgot about this small detail. I tried not to ignore him because we were supposed to be close friends, but I could help it. I was still a little hurt at the abrupt ghosting. I mean it's partially my fault, for I could have also texted, but in my defense, I didn't wanna bug him, or seem to clingy. I wouldn't say I'm in love with Quin yet, but I definitely care about him a lot.

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I continued to ignore him for weeks, I didn't know how to even approach the situation. I mean I really like this guy, but it obviously was dead before it even started, so maybe it was time to move on. Once that was the narrative I was sticking to, things got a little weird.