fuck.
So today, I walked out of Niemiller's room and guess who I see waiting at the lockers?
Hunter.
The boy who I've been head over heels for since late February.
He was looking around, and I kept telling myself he was looking for me so we could joke around and slam each other's lockers shut when we're trying to get ready for class, you know, like we always do.
Not today.
"Here, give this to Megan."
He handed me a note.
My stomach dropped.
"Promise me you won't read it."
I shoved it in my pocket.
"I promise."
When I was walking down the hallway, I knew the look on my face had to show all my emotions running together at once.
Confusion.
Sadness.
Anger.
Kayla knew it right then.
"What's wrong?"
I couldn't speak.
I could only stare down the crowded hallway as I made my way to class.
Life Skills.
he passed me in the hallway and gave me a nervous smile.
I wanted to punch him.
I threw my folder down on the table and fell into the chair, the note in my hands.
Should I read it?
Should I let her read it first, then ask what it said?
Should I not give it to her at all?
I opened it,
and started to cry.
"Megan.
I've known you for two years and you're an awesome friend. But there's something you don't know. I like you a lot and I was wondering, if you don't have a boyfriend, will you go out with me?
P.S. Write back"
For nearly 3 months,
he led me on.
For nearly 3 months,
I've shamelessly paraded myself around for him,
laughing at his stupidity and playing his immature games.
For nearly 3 months,
he's fucking played me.
And I couldn't be more embarrased, heartbroken and pissed off.
They say "Hate The Player, Not The Game."
Well I'm going against the rules.
I hate the player.
so, how was your day?
Hunter.
The boy who I've been head over heels for since late February.
He was looking around, and I kept telling myself he was looking for me so we could joke around and slam each other's lockers shut when we're trying to get ready for class, you know, like we always do.
Not today.
"Here, give this to Megan."
He handed me a note.
My stomach dropped.
"Promise me you won't read it."
I shoved it in my pocket.
"I promise."
When I was walking down the hallway, I knew the look on my face had to show all my emotions running together at once.
Confusion.
Sadness.
Anger.
Kayla knew it right then.
"What's wrong?"
I couldn't speak.
I could only stare down the crowded hallway as I made my way to class.
Life Skills.
he passed me in the hallway and gave me a nervous smile.
I wanted to punch him.
I threw my folder down on the table and fell into the chair, the note in my hands.
Should I read it?
Should I let her read it first, then ask what it said?
Should I not give it to her at all?
I opened it,
and started to cry.
"Megan.
I've known you for two years and you're an awesome friend. But there's something you don't know. I like you a lot and I was wondering, if you don't have a boyfriend, will you go out with me?
P.S. Write back"
For nearly 3 months,
he led me on.
For nearly 3 months,
I've shamelessly paraded myself around for him,
laughing at his stupidity and playing his immature games.
For nearly 3 months,
he's fucking played me.
And I couldn't be more embarrased, heartbroken and pissed off.
They say "Hate The Player, Not The Game."
Well I'm going against the rules.
I hate the player.
so, how was your day?