I do (not) miss you

Prolouge

 *Flashback*

"We're gonna be best friends forever right?" I asked him

"I promise" Alex told me. He led me into my closet

"Why are we in here?" I asked

"To seal our promise the way they do in the movies." He said like he was clearing it all up. Then he kissed me on the lips. I thought he would be there forever.

*Present*

That was 7 years ago. In kindergarden. Yeah, we were kindergardeners, but we knew enough to know what we were doing. But he broke his promise. The promise we sealed with a kiss. And the worst thing is, he never even looks at me if he can avoid it. I don't know what I ever even did. Right around first grade, he just one day ditched me, no explanation. And it's not easy to avoid eachother when our parents are friends. Scratch that, it's hard to avoid eachother when we live across the street from eachother. Sometimes I wish he never ditched me, because if we were still friends we could hang out all the time. But most times I hate him. I promised myself that I would never ever be his friend again under any circummstance. And I, for one, keep my promises. Sometimes I get this feeling that he's been talking about me to other people. I will get questions like "Do you know Alex Knight?" or "Did you kiss Alex Knight?" To the first one I say yes. Simply yes, nothing more, then the asker leaves before I can question why. To the second I say no and the asker leaves before I can ask why. So many unanswered why questions, like why did Alex ditch me, why do these people ask me these questions? And since life wants to put more on my full-as-thanksgiving-day plate, he's in a few of my classes at school this year. My math and my Spanish. He is such a kiss-up in Spanish though. Our teacher stamps our homework as she checks it, and everyday he stamps our homework for her. Or he will hand back old tests or collected homeworks. As he stamps other people's he will say "Good job" or something like that, but when he gets to me he just stamps with a little more force than necassary and moves on. Or when he hands back tests, to the other students he will say "(insert name of student here) 95" or whatever they got. But when he gets to me, he doesn't say a word and not only that, but he pretty much throws my paper at me. Sometimes I even get a cold glare. Yet, oppositely in math, I sit near the annoying guys in the class and when we have to do a problem on the board and pick someone else to go next, they always shout "Summer! Pick Summer!" and when Alex picks me he always seems to have a trace of a smile on his face. How can one guy be so two sided?