For some reason, I'll always had at least one class with Sl
—until eleventh grade.
On the first day of junior year, I didn't see him in first period, second, third, fourth, or fifth.
When I walked into my last class sixth period he wasn't there I could've cried right there and then. T-T
For half my life, he'd been there, reminding me—daily—that he liked me. But now I'd finally have a normal year without him around.
By the end of the day, I met up with Mr, a good friend I'd known since middle school.
"Dude, I'm serious! I almost cried when I didn't see him in sixth period. I went all day without seeing him!" I said, overjoyed.
"What about lunch? We saw him there," Mr says.
"That doesn't count," I replied.
"Right, because you ran the other way," he laughs. "You're not gonna miss your boyfriend this year?"
"If you say that one more time, I swear—" I say reaching for his neck.
"Fine, chill," he said, pushing me off. "But you did date in middle school."
"Yeah. For an hour. Not even!" I said, turning my head—and spotted him.
"You wanna get something to eat before heading home?" I said, gently pushing Mr in the opposite direction of where I saw him standing. I don't have a problem with being around Sl when we're with other peoples,but I just don't like when it just the two of us, and even if Mr is here Mr will fine an excuse to leave us alone.
"Yeah, but no pushing" Mr says gently pushing me off him.
Every name in this story will be double letter names cuz I just can't come up with good names (sorry).