I was hurt and embarrassed.

Maybe it was for the best to not try again.

After realizing, trouble or or no trouble, I wanted him...I couldn't forget him.

What did I think would happen when I saw him?

That he'd sweep me off my feet because he missed me so much that I didn't need to apologize?

Yeah right.

Only in Disney Movies will that ever happen.

I feel so stupid for even thinking he'd listen to my dumbass.

I thought he was the one.

The one who'd be my first for everything, but I guess I was wrong.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be, maybe my thoughts were right, I didn't need a boy got always got into trouble in my life.

That night when I came home, I cried my eyes out, but then I composed myself and said that he wasn't worth my tears.

No boy is.

But crying was the only satisfaction I had to let it all out.

All the ice cream I had, and non-stop chick flicks only made the humiliation and pain smaller.

I still felt it but not as much.

District was coming for cross country. I already missed six practices that could've helped me win top ten out of 250 other girls.

My grades were slipping, people always stare. It was like my whole life was falling apart, all because I didn't answer in time.

I deserved it all, sure, but it still hurt.

I was used to other people talking crap to me but him?

I just wanted to fix everything, I did, but I guess it's clear I should just stop.

I don't want to get hurt again.

But I also don't want to loose him for good.....

Why am I so stupid?

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The following week, not only was the school already decorated with Halloween decorations but it was also decorated in more smug faces.

Everyone. Everyone kept starring at me, like always, but it always catches me off guard.

Some stared with pity, some snickered, some laughed out loud, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

I was red. I knew I was.

Why didn't I just tell my dad I wanted to transfer?

"I can't believe she still shows up."

"If I were her, I'd never show my face again ."

Why are they even talking?

I've never even talked to them before.

Ugh, I should've never shown up to that stupid party!

"At least now we can have him all to ourselves." One girl replied giggling.

I rolled my eyes, he was never mine to begin with.

As I walked to my second period, I couldn't help but look on the ground instead, I didn't want to make eye contact with people who thought I was a Joke.

Although I should've just looked up instead, because it's even more embarrassing to bump into someone, especially if that someone is who you are trying to avoid at all times.

He stood tall, his hair sticking out in weird directions, and his full lips parted, his chocolate eyes staring down into my hazel ones.

I couldn't move. I was frozen. I wanted him to say something, anything, but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Watch where you're going." He hissed as he pushes passed me, leaving me still standing there, processing him.

My chest felt like it was swelled up, full of pressure I couldn't breath it out with one, big, single breath.

I felt so crushed, maybe I did miss him.

But I've lived my life without him, so should I even react this way?

I felt like I needed to say something to restore what we had before....

I shook my head, dismissing those thoughts and kept walking to my next class.

There was no way I was stepping out for a guy.

We're only seniors, I still have my whole life ahead of me.

This, is only temporary.

"Koleen, can I speak to you?"

I looked up at the familiar voice and blushed in embarrassment. "Yes coach?"

She looked at me disappointed. "Why haven't you gone to practice? You've been missing everyday and let me tell you, not running isn't gonna get you up there honey. You won't be able to run in college if you don't fix this."

My eyes swelled up in tears, I was dealing with way too much that I didn't need my coach to tell me to worry about my future, so in a shaky outburst I yelled, "Who says I'm gonna be running in college? Maybe I want to do something with my life that isn't running, there's more to me than just cardio you know!" Somewhere in there the tears began to water down, and I couldn't bare her, or anyone else for that matterto see them, so I sprinted to the nearest bathroom and let it out there.

I'd be a few minutes late, but who cares.

I couldn't be seen like this.

All this drama started because of this boy, a boy who I didn't even know existed, a boy who, for some odd, bizarre, reason, I can't stop thinking about.

He sneaks into my brain every time, like a pesky fly trying to get inside.

It was annoying.

Everything about him was really annoying.

Why didn't I just stay away from him?

It's ok Koleen. None of this matters.

In...seven? Eight? Months I will graduate and none of this will matter.

I'll go to college, major in something that's good for me, and maybe meet my dream guy there.

Hell, he'd be wayyy cuter than Bryson, and he'll treat me like a freaking princess, and baby me, and kiss me randomly, and whatever else couples do that's really cute.

I will not let this tear me down.

I'm Koleen Pares Mirandi, star athlete, with good grades, and long shiny hair.

I got this shit.

I got my ass up, straightened my clothes and face, sleeked back my hair, and went back to class with a fake note in hand.

F. Bryson. F. Everyone at this school.

High school is hell, and I am not gonna stop hustling through, because who wants to stay in hell?

If Bryson didn't want to hear my apology of how truly, deeply, and sorry I was then F. Him.

Maybe, he didn't deserve it.

Maybe, he doesn't deserve me.

Maybe, this is a sign.

A sign that what we had was only temporary and now it is time to move on.

And I'm going to thrive, no matter who gets in my way.

Shoot, I'm feeling pretty good right now. I thought as I arrived to my next class.

Everyone stared when I came in, and instead of being intimidated, I didn't care.

People always stare no matter what.

And me coming to class late, is none of their concern.

"Thank you Miss.Pares." The teacher says as she receives my fake note.

I took my seat in the corner and took out my journal, waiting to jot down notes that will benefit me.

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