Forgetting Him

Prologue

 authors note: This is my first story on here and I'm horrible at grammar. So if you see any mistakes please tell me! Comment your thoughts!               

Blake Carmichael was the first boy I ever kissed with his dark brown hair, and hazel eyes, it was every girls dream. He was the starting quarterback on the little league football team, and every second graders fantasy. I was six and he was eight, it was a dare. My brother, Liam dared him, and despite his fear of cooties Blake did it. That was the day I realized I loved him.

                He ignored me after that though, wrote me off as his best friend’s annoying sister, only pausing to acknowledge me when he had to. As we got older, he became more and more attractive, and girls fell at his feet, while I admired from afar. Then my sophomore year came, and everything changed. I went back to school with new confidence and more importantly a new look. I got my braces off, contacts, and a new wardrobe. The guys in my grade were all over me, and Blake suddenly started getting protective of me. I never stopped loving him so I purposely would flaunt guys in his face to rile him up, and get him to talk to me. Soon sophomore year was almost over, and Blake had beat up countless guys who tried to ask me out. I mistook his protectiveness as a sign he might like me back.

                 I knew my clock was ticking, if I didn’t tell Blake how I felt soon he would go to college, and never look back. Little did I know that’s exactly what he would do either way. So I told him everything, the memory still hurts.

[Flashback]

                I walked to Liam’s room knowing Blake would be in there. He had slept over last night and I knew he was awake. He couldn’t sleep past the crack of dawn, and Liam could sleep well past noon. I needed to tell him; I was done hiding and pretending I didn’t love him. I mean, he was so protective of me around guys, there just had to be something there.

                I tapped lightly on the door, and Blake quickly said, “Come in”.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” I calmly spoke.

“Sure”, he nonchalantly answered.

“In my room?” I asked.

“I guess” He mumbled. I took this as my cue to walk to my room, and he lazily followed. I sat on my bed trembling with nerves as he sat on my desk chair. It was now or never.

“Blake, I-I have something to tell you. I haven’t been honest with you, I love you Blake, and I always have. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you listen to your favorite song, the way you smile when you give your sister a piggyback, or the way your eyebrows furrow when you’re confused, I can’t pretend anymore. I’m in love with you Blake, and I hope to God you’re in love with me too.” I confessed.

He had a shocked look on his face and his eyebrows were furrowed as he began to speak, “No you don’t.” Three simple words, yet not the ones I had hoped for. My face fell and I became determined.

“Yes I do, I think I would know, God I love you. When I see you with all those girls it kills me, I can’t stand it. I keep hoping that maybe they mean nothing and you might just be doing the same thing I am, using them to make you jealous. I want to be with you Blake; I always have, and probably always will. Give me a chance.” I breathed.

                His eyes became dark, and he looked annoyed. He started, “They do mean nothing, but you don’t mean anything either.” With that he left my room and broke what was left of my heart.

A month and a half later Blake and Liam left for Monmouth University an hour away from our small suburban town. Blake and I never spoke after my confession, and he didn’t seem too upset about it. When they left I vowed to myself that I was never going to be vulnerable to anybody like that again. I became someone I thought I would never be. I partied constantly, drank excessively, and went through guys faster than you could say Blake. And here I am today, that same old wild child that Blake created.