A,
What the heck?! We were so good together, then on the way back I asked you if you were ok and you said, "Not really," and I asked you why and you said, "I'll tell you in Book 2, aka next year," and I kept asking you because it hurt me that you weren't okay and then I started guessing. First guess was "Are you moving?" and you said, "Maybe, I might be moving to _____ in June." You weren't even going to tell me! Bad enough, you just got all sad because you had known and you had been fine until you told me. You just laid your head against the window, and you looked like you were going to cry. And at that point, it seemed like stuff just went downhill. You wouldn't talk to me, you ignored me and I asked you if you were okay and you said "Ehh," and wouldn't talk to me about it. I told you that we'd still talk, and we'd find ways to be together, but it just seemed like you were all, "Baby I don't wanna leave you but I also don't want to have a long-distance relationship because it hurts you and I don't want to put you through that" and crap, but did you ever try to talk to me about how it would affect me? No! And that's not even it. The next day, also the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL AND THE LAST DAY I'D EVER SEE YOU, you decided to skip. I get it if you were going on vacation and you were my best friend, who I personally have known for 6/7 years that I go over to her house every Monday, but you're A, my boyfriend, and B, someone I met THIS year, and who I might not ever see again! You don't even have a phone, you have to use your best friend's. So now, not only am I stuck with your best friend's number, which is WEIRD, but you didn't even try to say anything like, "I might be coming back, or I might not be moving" but you just said "I might be moving to ________ in June."
When we first met, everything was great. We just clicked, and started flirting in Art Class. You made fun of my crappy work, and I pretended like it was the best thing I had ever drawn. People around us just immediately assumed that we liked each other. And I did like you. You were cute, and I loved that you made fun of the guy that I hated. Of course, I kinda liked him, but we helped each other. You helped me hide his stuff, and I laughed a lot with you. When that perv(that is now a really good friend) tried to make a move on me, you just distracted him. I didn't know that I'd be falling for you that hard, I thought it was just a crush. Now, I know it wasn't just a crush. You made me guilty every time I flirted with the people in my other classes, and even the guy outside of school(who I still really like) that I'd wink at every now and then, and had a crush on.
In music, it got worse. I'd get the occasional "cutie" or weird pickup line that worked so well that I'd playfully hit you, and you'd playfully hit me back. When I had to sing in a group for a project, you looked at me like I was some kind of angel. Even if I sing in a band, I'm not THAT good! Well-- don't let it get to my head, at least. The perv/J would try to make dirty jokes about us, but you didn't listen. You just chuckled and continued what you were doing. I loved that about you.
Gym was when it happened. You asked me out. Well, you asked one of my friends to ask me out. At first I was really bashful about it, but I said no because I had a lot of stuff going on. I was a bit depressed then, and I didn't let it show but inside I felt like I was dying. One of my friends had some crap going on and they weren't taking it well. I don't think they are now. I said no, but I wanted to say yes. I just didn't want a relationship right now, and you respected that. Then, you gave me a present. That was really sweet, and I still use them to this day. They were pens. We started flirting more, and we got a little out-of-hand. The teachers saw it too, but they just thought it was cute. Young love, I guess. We started "bumping" into each other, and we became "Beat-Up-Buddies". I was a little rough, but you just laughed along. We'd walk to class together too. In 8th mod though, my friend lied and told me the other guy I liked (see guy I'd wink at every now and then) knew I liked him and wasn't too ecstatic about it. Then I was more like, "Hmm, maybe I should say yes to A, then." Finally, on April Fool's day(not the smartest move on my part), I asked YOU out. Well, my friend asked you out because I'm a chicken and proud of it. Your reaction was kinda funny, though.
Friend: "Do you still like K(me)"?
You: "Uhhhhh... yeah?"
Friend: "Wanna go out with her?"
You: "Uh.....yeah?"
A week later, you KISSED me on the head! I texted all of my friends, even M, who even gets on my nerves. But since he has kissed his girlfriend, I figured he could help. He did, thank god. They all said the same thing. "KISS HIM BACK! JUST FREAKING DO IT!" So I did. Or I fell into you and just went "MWAH" to your cheek. Same thing. Ahahah, nobody even cared. So many people saw but everyone was just like, "Oh she fell, screw it." That's how I felt. Then my mom and I had a talk about relationships. That wasn't as well as I planned it. Oops! Let's not mention the time you snuck out to meet me at a softball game! Yeah, so I was just texting you and hanging out with this cute little girl, and I said that I was at a softball game. You of course, on your best friend's phone, were like,
You: Where's it at?
Me: _______ Stadium, why?
You: I just wanna meet you there.
I didn't know that meant you're going to walk 1-2 miles from YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE to meet me there. When you got there, about 30-45 minutes later, you said, "I'm here!" And you said that someone SNUCK you in??? You and E(your best friend) just ran up to me and you hugged me. You were all sweaty. My mom saw this and was like:
Mom: "Boys? How'd you get here?"
E: "We walked, ma'am."
Mom: "From where?"
E: "My house, around ________ (__ being the street)
Mom: "You guys could've been in big trouble, or hurt! I'm taking you home now. K, you have some explaining to do after I'm done taking them home."
That set off warning lights. Maybe you weren't the best influence in my mom's eyes, but I saw something that not very many others saw. The next day, you had gotten in huge trouble. E didn't, his grandpa just was worried about him. That just goes to show that A, your friend is a freaking LUNATIC!
Nearing the end of school, you had done a lot to "dress out" for me. You'd been spiking your hair, wearing clothes that made you look punky, and honestly it was pretty cute. I just put on more makeup. Makeup is nice to me. It makes me look good.
When we went to the sports place for the "Good Faith Effort", I got "mad" because you would spend time with your sidechicks(actually just soccer balls) and I wanted you to spend time with me. This made my friends mad because they felt like you would just take me away from them when they wanted to hang out. Well, G just wanted to read but she'd get mad when I went with you for reasons. O just wanted to spend time with me but when we were hanging out with her she just got up and walked away. Good times.
Now, when we went to the zoo and the Old Spaghetti Factory and the big fun museum? It was cool hanging out with you there. The way back? Sorta fun. We sat next to each other and it was funny, because you kept swaying side to side and bumping my shoulder to sway with you to the weird country music that was playing. That was good. Me taking a nap on you and you caressing my hand as you held it? That was definitely fun. Me asking you if you were okay and you saying "Ehhhhhh" and you not telling me what was wrong for 5 straight minutes? NOT FUN. DEFINITELY NOT FUN. Me having to guess what was wrong and guessing first try that you were moving? NOT FUN. You not talking to me for the remaining 1.5 hours home, while looking like you were going to cry? That almost broke my heart.
I've never cried for a boy until now. I'm not the girl that cries because a boy doesn't like her. I'm surprised I don't cry when one of my friends says they hate me. It's felt like that. You've hurt me. But now I'm better.
I don't think that I'll fully move on from this for a while. I know I'm young and I will forget this when I'm older. The thing is, I've found someone else who cares about me, my mom likes them, they like me and they're not around a lot of other people so no, they're not perverted, they don't cuss, they don't lie, cheat, steal, any of those. I really like them, and they like me. So yeah. Eat that, you slimy, rude, git. Think about that when you're moving.
Love,
Your Ex, K