Physics class.
This boy I had in class was such an asshole to me.
Then he would be nice.
Then an asshole again.
I thought he was bipolar or something.
But then again I was a freshman and he was a junior.
He used to sit next to me in the beginning and middle of the year.
He was a pretty sweet guy to be popular.
Little did I know I ended up liking him, yet never told him.
Later he felt the same way yet nothing ever happened.
God it was so embarrassing when I did retarded things with my best friend.
I don't miss the times he would embarrass me in front of the whole class.
He would always tell the teacher we were dating and I would turn red, embarrassing.
He would always catch me staring.
Now he's a senior and I'm a sophomore.
He asked me to homecoming but I said no.
Do I regret it? A little.
My feelings for him are so close to dying I don't want them to grow again.
