Is this how it ends?

When the school year came back around and it was time to be juniors, I was desperately begging myself that this year would be so much better then the last. I was praying that I wouldn't have to see him, or talk to him, or hear his sweet sounding name. but my hopes shattered when he walked into my second hour, and my eighth. He was basically everywhere for me and it hurt because I still loved him and he probably didn't give a single fuck about me.

(A paragraph from Chapter 1, written by me)