I walk home. When do get there, I start on my homework. But I can't focus. All I can really think about is him. I don't know why he did that today. If he never wanted to meet up, he never had to. Was it a dare from another fellow classmate? I take off my beret, and set it on the table. Was the nice guy thing just an act? Most probably. I don't even like him that much. I don't think I like him at all! "..." So why does it hurt so bad?! I can't compare him to the kids in middle school because those kids stuck around until eight grade. HE just stuck around for like eight minutes, if not a little bit more! I shouldn't be so sad, why am I so sad?! So what was this feeling? Guess I'll never know. Before I know it, I'm done with my homework. Huh. I guess thinking about guys and being all upset helps homework get done faster. Nice. Maybe I'll walk around in the park. Yeah, that should clear my head! I take my beret back from the table and put it on my head. Then, I walk out the door, still not knowing what this strange feeling is.
I'm trying to do my homework. But I can't think. I can't believe what I did. He was willing to give me a chance. A real one. Not because I'm a popular football player throughout the school, but just because. This... this feeling of GUILT in my chest just won't go the f(quack :v) away!! Why?! Why did he have to be so nice?! I get up. I'll go to the lake to write a little bit. No harm, right? Right. As I walk out the front door, I try to recall the things that happened today, so that I can write them all down. But the only thing I can recall is Aaron's gorgeous green eyes, his handsome smile, and true happiness in his voice when he asked me: "So where do you wanna meet up?" Cause that was nice, I guess.
Oh? Well, neither are going to the same place! How will they EVER make up? Dunno. I posted this at like what-- 6:55 in the morning?? Have a nice day everyone!
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