- This is the second part of the short story. Read the first part under this post.
You had to go. Of course I didn’t want you to, but it’s not up to me. After everything we went through, and the way you treated me made me realize I didn’t want a person like that in my life anyway. Yeah you are a seemingly nice, well I guess I should use were because as we all know, I ruined your life. But I guess things between us weren’t always bad, we had a good beginning.
I met you in eighth grade, the school year was almost completely off the edge of the cliff and you were the new kid in class. Summer was four weeks away and I remember your face as if it were my own. Your eyes were brown and squeezed together to make a weird indescribable shape when you smiled, but you weren’t the slightest bit handsome or even cute for that matter. These days I wonder what I saw in you, but I guess you got cuter in my mind. The teacher introduced you and you sat down in the back of the room. You looked at me and we glared at each other. Your face was familiar, I just didn’t know from where.
Days passed and we finally talked. You asked me, “What’s your name?”
“Verónica,” I responded.
“My sister’s name is Verónica.”
“Oh ok cool,” I said awkwardly. Would I have ever thought this conversation would’ve led to an eighth month rocky, twisted relationship, no, but that’s how life is. To this day I don’t know how you got my number, you would never tell me.
We talked nonstop. Something about you was alluring in a way I didn’t understand. No guy had ever interested me as much as you. Everything was good and I started to have feelings and I didn’t know what to do with them. Until one day I was ready to talk about them, but I should’ve known it was too good to be true. I saw you walking down the hallway with some girl who played basketball. Then my friends crowded around me before class and they looked at you and her walk down the hallway. “Aren’t they cute,” one girl giggled.
“Yeah. I want a relationship like that,” another girl said. I could feel my heart burning in my chest. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.
I composed myself, “Are they dating?”
“Yeah,” another girl responded, “Ever since he transferred.” My eyes watered and I left school feeling something I’d never felt before.
Later that day we texted and I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said yes, but he didn’t know how long they were going to last, things had been rocky between them lately. I asked why you’d been so flirtatious with me and you said that your girlfriend hadn’t really been there, she was so busy with basketball. Then you told me that you had feelings for me and you wanted to be with me instead of her. I felt so weird, happy, relieved, but weird. Yeah you could say I felt bad for the girl, but she wasn’t my problem.
Summer started and you and the girl had been long done, but you and I became closer and closer. Texting nonstop, staying on the phone over night every night, and falling for each other more and more. You wanted me to be your girlfriend, but I wasn’t ready or allowed to date anyway, not until ninth grade. You said you would wait and you did. After that, everything trickled into place and you were my boyfriend. Except for one problem, we weren’t going to the same high school.
When we started dating you were eager for the physical side of the relationship, kissing and touching, so was I. But I wasn’t going to have my first kiss in my parents’ living room. You’d already had yours, with that “girl” and I wanted mine to be special and I guess it was. When I think about our first kiss now it makes my skin crawl, I just want to scream at myself and say, “NO!” but I guess you live and you learn.
You had a marathon you wanted to run for school and I wanted an excuse to see you, so I tagged along. I walked with some of your various friends. It was October and it was chilly. I didn’t want to get sick, so I didn’t run, but you had your heart set on running and being one of the first at the finish line. I laughed and talked with your friends who were basically strangers to me until eventually they got tired of walking too and ran, so I was left walking on the sidewalk, alone. I couldn’t even see people anymore. I started to wish I hadn’t came until I looked up and I saw a boy coming around the corner. Running as fast as he could until he was so close that he grabbed me. Out of breath and panting he said some words that sounded like “I love you” or “I couldn’t leave you back here alone.” Something like that, I couldn’t really understand you. While I was trying to figure out what you said you kissed me. Yes, right there, cars were passing by and the world around us was happening, but you kissed me and everything disappeared. Your eyes crinkled again as you smiled in that weird shape. I guess that’s the same smile that betrayed me. Like I said, you had to go. I didn’t want you to, but after what you did, I couldn’t save you from what the world had locked in the gates of hell, waiting and roaring for you to be their next victim. I hate you and I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it at all.
“What did he do?” you’re probably asking, “Was it that bad?”
Well it must’ve been if he lost everything he cared about right?