Switching Classes (4)

It’s been a few days now. I haven’t seen Leo at all. Not in the hall. Nothing. It’s like he disappeared thigh I know he is still there. Somewhere. So as always, just when I thought life was getting better a dark storm cloud came along and blocked out the glorious sun.

Now, as I sit in band class watching some musical documentary, the fool creaks open and in struts- guess who? Leo. My friend, will who is sitting next to me, spots Leo coming in and glances over at me.

Will is tall, has redish-blonde hair, and protecting blue eyes. He is not only my friend but also Leo’s and knows everything that happened between us.

The teacher gets up and stands at the front of the class. “Class I have great news.” She says smiling ear to ear. “Leo will be joining our class and will be with us for the rear of the year.”

Several people say things like “yeah” or “okay cool.” Will stays silent (which is unusual for him) and gives me a weak smile.

“How is this good new?” I say under my breath. This not only means he is in band with me but P.E also.

Our teacher tells him to go ahead and sit down, but instead he speaks in a low voice. I can’t make out much besides, “…starts next week.” with that he leaves the room and doesn’t appear again. I sigh with relief.

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Hours later, I am at home “doing” homework. I on Facebook and see that Leo still has our shipped name on his profile. I click on a picture he payed three weeks ago and comment, please take Langeleo off. Thanks 🙂

I am trying so hard to forget we were ever together by eradicating every bit of evidence that we were a “thing.” I decide to actually do my homework as I hum You Gave Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

The Silent Treatment (3)

Later during study hall, I talk to my friend, Riley, while I’m supposed to be soon my homework.

Riley is shorter than me, being a year younger. He is slim having sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.

We duck as a teacher walks by and I giggle at a joke Riley had just told. Bored, we decide to get up and wander the halls. As we walk out he puts his rm around my waist, and I sling my arm over his shoulder.

Riley and I have no romantic feelings for each other what so ever. He is like the annoying little brother I never had.

We walk up and down the hallways casually talking about school and life when Leo suddenly appears coming out of one of the class rooms. He immediately spots the two of us. When Leo pretends not to see us, Riley calls out to him saying, “Hey Leo!” without responding Leo glances at me, frowns, then storms of in the opposite direction.

“What was that all about?” Riley asks.

“Beats me.”

Trying to Let Go (2)

It’s been a few days since Leo kissed me, and I’ve started to move on ebb though it is still hard. I unfollowed him on Facebook and deleted all messages from him.

At lunch all my friends want to talk about is Leo and why we are not together anymore. Instead if sitting with them I have decided to sit with the sixth graders. They are such a joy to be with. They all adore me and talk about the funniest things.

As hard as I try to forget Leo, he is still there watching me for who knows why. At lunch, he sits at the table across from mine talking and laughing with his friends. Every so often he will look up and stare at me. That’s where I am now.

I feel Leo’s eyes on me just watching me. My neck burns as if a needle is ever so slowly being pushed in as his stare bares into me. I have the urge to look up at him and meet his dark brown eyes, but I try to resist. I attempt to busy myself by talking to my friends but that fails.

At last, I meet his eyes. The moment is fleeting since he quickly looks away and joins in a conversation. A little disappointed I turn back to my friends and half heartedly laugh along with them.

Holding On (1)

I kneel down at my locker trading out my books for the ones I need. I’m the only one in the hallway since everyone else is at lunch. I would be in the lunch room but I needed some time to myself. Just as I’m about to close my locker, I jump startled by a hand on my shoulder. I close my locker and turn around to see Leo.

He is tall and handsome with bark hair and dreamy dark brown eyes yet he is the last person I want to see. We had just broken up a week before because he liked my best friend. I told him I wasn’t hurt even though I was… am.

Leo seemed to have moved on from me and developed an unhealthy obsession for Katherine, my best friend. He may have moved on from me, but I was far from moving in from him. When we were still together, I told him that my heart will always belong to him and I meant it. I still love him, but I try to keep my distance from him to avoid balling my eyes out every time I see him.

He now stands in front of me looking worried… or sad. I can’t tell which. I scowl at him and slowly take a step back.

“Listen…” he says as if he is uncertain on what to say next.

Slightly shaking my head I say, “No. Leo. I’m sorry, but I’d really rather not talk right now.”

“Please just hear me out.” His brown eyes are wide and filled with yearning.
I feel my eyes start to swell. Hot tears trying to break free from their imprisonment. I feel a sob start to form in the pit of my stomach. I push it down determined to stay strong. I cross my arms and continue to scowl at him.

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry… I need you. It was wrong for me to hurt you the way I did… I shouldn’t have hurt you at all. I should’ve trea-” his voice cracks. He clears his throat and continues. “I should’ve treated you like the princess you are. And I will.” He pauses and sheepishly says, “If you’ll have me back that is.” At these last words, he takes a step towards me and holds both my hands in his.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

Letting go of one of my hands, he tucks loose hair behind my ear then keeps his hand in my face his thumb gently yet hesitantly gliding back and forth over my cheek bone.

“Because I love you.”

He draws me towards him; his hand wrapping around and slightly squeezing my waist. Just as his lips graze over mine, warmth spreads throughout my body and all the pain from our breakup is relieved. I smile halfway into the kiss as his mouth presses harder into mine.

THIS ISN’T RIGHT. My brain tells me.

LET IT HAPPEN! My heart screams.

I suddenly feel all the hurt and pain rush back into me. A lone tear slips out of my eye and slides down my cheek. With my arms pinned to his chest, I cautiously push Leo away from me forcing him to release me and our kiss to end. Looking into his eyes I barley shake my head and say, “I’m sorry.”

Feeling all the tears I’ve been holding in about to flood out, I turn and sprint down the hall towards the locker room sobbing as I go.