How did I not realize it sooner?
𝑇𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, the straight-up nightmare of my childhood. My mind flashes back to the time where we first met.
Compared to now he's changed a lot since then. But something deep down in my heart tells me I shouldn't trust him just yet.
Furthermore, why is my heart beating out of my chest right now?
Bella taps me on my shoulder,
"Who's the hottie you were talking to just now?"
"He's just some guy I knew in middle school."
"Well if you're done reminiscing we gotta get going."
"If I'm gonna be late I'm dragging you down with me you know."
"HECK NO! NOT TODAY SATAN."
We both laugh it off as we leave the library.
**********
At school, it's the constant loop every day. The bullies are bullying. The cliques' gossip about any drama or rumors they can get their hands on. The most popular guy in school is being swarmed by girls like fish in a tank.
I let out a rough sigh,
"Cannot wait for college." I slam my locker shut.
Just then I hear the slightest whisper in my ear.
"Don't think you got me all figured out after yesterday you hear? You know nothing about me." His dark husky voice leaves chills down my spine. I turn around hastily only to realize he's disappeared into the crowd.
"The frick?"
My phone vibrates. It's him again.
// figure it out yet?
So annoying.
\\ you've changed since middle school
// haha I thought you wouldn't even recognize me
\\ oh don't worry the one thing I remember is how much of a jerk you were to me. Constantly teasing and torturing me
// alright! I'll admit I was immature and an idiot at the time. Gosh I'll give you a proper apology if that will satisfy you
\\ that is if we ever see each other again
// we will won't we?
\\ of course not what makes you think that
// and why's that?
\\ I don't have to explain why I don't want to be involved with you
// oh come on! At least give me a chance to show you
\\ show me what?
// how much I have wanted to be friends with you
\\ it's not that simple for me. You're the reason I have trust issues
// ouch
Maybe he can redeem himself somehow. But there's that other part of my brain that's saying "you can't handle your emotions well so don't do it"
Ugh! Why is this so hard?!
I already know I am going to regret this.
\\ fine
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