Mapleshade's Pain wrote:I hate being female sometimes.
So, the kid (We shall call him Bob for the sake of simpleness) is - WAS in all of my classes. In most of them, Bob sat next to me, and I was thrilled. Then the worst thing happened. He told me (and like 5 other people <3) that he was going to a different school, and today was his last day. At the beginning of the school year, I told myself that I would not fall for a guy. Period. Well, look where I am now! Anyways, at about the second week, I wanted to be friends with him. By week 3 we were somewhat friends. That's when the female hormones kicked in. I laughed at all of his jokes, made stupid remarks, and teased Bob, while he did the same. Then, when that dreaded day came, which was about week 5/6, I had a mental break down. Bob told me in second period that he was moving. I was sad, but I didn't let him see. Then came fourth period, where his crush, which was my best friend and she knows, finds out about the leaving. During the whole period her and another friend of mine keep passing me notes begging me to tell Bob about my crush on him. Thank god I had a good way to start it, because the day before he had asked who my crush was. (Talk about awkward.) Of course, in fourth, the teacher gets mad at him, and moves him as far away from me as possible. Great. Then comes 5th period, which is when I tell him. The conversation goes something like this.
"Hey Bob."
"Sup?"
"Soo.. You wanted to know who my crush is?"
"Heck yeah!"
"Don't judge me."
"Fine."
"It's.. Uh.. You."
And then we lapse into an extremely awkward silence. I then ask if the feeling is mutual, and he says "mostly". Now, I don't know if he just didn't want to hurt my feelings or what. For the rest of the period, he stands by me, and at one point he sat next to me, and put his hand on top of mine. I was on Cloud Nine. Then we went through the rest of the day, but of course he had gotten in trouble with the teachers somewhat flirting with me, and was moved. Was this on purpose? I don't know. Finally, the day ends, and my friend who Bob had/has a crush on chants "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Or at least hug!" He ended up just saying bye, and he patted my back. Not my bottom, more like my shoulder blades. The next day, which I was hoping that he would be there, saying there was a delay, but he never did come back. It's been a few weeks, and I still can't get over him. My only problem is that I didn't get his number, email, or anything. I tried searching him on FB, but nothing showed. Earlier today though someone said that they had his number. How do I ask? Should I ask? Should I move on?
I felt like ranting about this.