I wonder if I'll see him again. Hmm...maybe. Or maybe I'll never see him again.
I walked up to my locker, and unlocked it. Does he come to my school too? Maybe, or maybe he was only here for a day?! That would really suck. Ugh, why am I worrying about this? We only had one conversation. One simple, amazing, heart warming...omg. I think I fell for him. How?! All I know about him is that his name is Dominic Haze, he has beautiful light blue eyes, and he has amazing dirty blonde hair. Yup, I've fallen for him.
I grabbed my pink and purple one-half binder, and slowly slammed my locker shut. In the corner of my eye, I saw him with someone else. My heart started to break. Why am I not surprised that he has a girlfriend? Ugh, I'm an idiot. He started to walk past me, and for a split second, we shared a glance. And he kept walking like he didn't even see me. The girl that walked alongside him had bright red hair, was about as tall as he was, and had the body of a model. She had ivory skin, and freckles were speckled all over her body. I could never compete with that. I gulped. He's such a jerk! Why didn't he tell me he had a girlfriend?! What type of guy flirts with a girl when they already have a girl?! Ugh, I hate boys. But...that's not entirely true. I...I...
I turned to face the lockers, covering my mouth. Tears started to well up, and I couldn't prevent them from falling down my face. I'd fallen too hard to get back up now. I wiped the tears away fiercely, and stormed off to class.
He's going to regret messing with my feelings.
I walked over to the park, and sat on one of the nearby swings. I looked at the sky as the swing flew higher and higher.
Did he really care for me? Or was he just playing with my emotions?
I sighed, and kept swinging back and forth, but after a while, I felt eyes watching me. I started to slow down the swing, and it eventually stopped. I saw him. He looked at me, and then he looked at the ground.
I wonder what he's doing here for.
I hopped off the swing, and landed on the ground. He smiled softly, and started to walk toward me. He stopped right in front of me, and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets.
"Uh, you have something to say?" I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry about earlier. I should have told you I had a girlfriend. I'm really sorry. But I really do-"
"Why didn't you just tell me from the start?! I mean, seriously? You have a girlfriend, yet, you have the audacity to flirt with other girls?! How could you!" I screamed.
He looked at the ground, and bite his lip. He knew what he did was wrong. Yet, he still did it. Why? Why did it have to be me? "I know what I did was wrong. But you have to hear me out. I'm not in love with Sophia anymore. I'm in love with you!"
My heart started to race, rapidly. He can't be in love with me. He just met me.
"I know I just met you the other day. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. I can't stop hoping that I could see you again. Just one more time."
"I-I-I-I...I have to go home!" I run away from him, crying hard. My first instinct was to tell him that I was in love with him too. But that would be the wrong thing to do. I couldn't say it. Not until the right moment. And this wasn't it.
I just hope he'll forgive me.