I swam down the hall on my first day of being a senior feeling very un-sure of myself. I missed the old days when I was a freshman and things were perfect between Me, Bea, and Milo. Then I had to go and screw it up by telling Bea how I really felt. The urge to tell her in softmore year was to great to pass up, and the night we were alone on my couch watching TV was the perfect opportunity. Milo was out with his new girlfriend on that night that it all crumbled."I love you Bea," I remember saying it clearly, now it echos in my mind, "I always have." With complete doubt on her face she laughed. Painfully, I faked a laugh before informing her, "I'm serious Bea."
Clearly embarassed, Bea looked down to the floor, "I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way about you." she looked back up at my eyes. I was desperatly hoping she would feel something pass this friendship we had. But to my dismay, she got up and swam away with worry on her face. There hasn't been a time since then that I have actually spoken to her, and I didn't expect that to change. I know how she feels now, and I wish I had known she loved him before I told her my feelings. If that were the case, I may have not made that devastating mistake that wrecked everything we had.
I swam through the halls, trying to look for my new locker when I bumped into Milo. "Hey, bro. When are you moving back?" He asked, grinning, "I'm missing ya!"
"I already told you Milo," I grunted, "Never."
"Listen, I'm sorry. I can't help who I love. I didn't mean to break your heart in the process," He sighed and swam away. I knew he didn't mean to, but now whenever I saw him with her, I couldn't help but rage. The only thing I wanted was to be exactly like my cooler brother. He had the girl of my dreams, the friends I never could have, and the family that I had exiled myself from. Instead, I lived in the crammed apartment with my cousin Mike.
Reaching my locker, another familiar voice came up from behind me.
"Hi Oscar," Screeched Clamantha, "How was your summer," Her obnoxious voice will be the death of me.
"Uh, it was good." I ducked away, trying to escape. Her pink hair bopped beside me.
"Play any video games," She hollered.
"Yes, clamantha. I have to go," Again I tried to escape but she followed me toward my class.
"We should go on a DATE!" She screamed at me.
"No, clamantha," I growled as the class bell rang.
"I'm a teenage clam," She said as she floated away down the hall.
"Shut up," I whispered under my breath.
I took a seat in my Math class in the corner away from all the people. I still felt akward around people even though by grade 12, I should've gotten over it. Bea was the only girl I ever felt confident talking to, but now that that was all gone, I had no one.
People filed into the classroom, all of who I recognized. I stayed alone in the corner and put my head onto the desk. Above all the talking I heard someone slowly swim over and sit next to me. Looking up at her face, my heart raced and I started to sweat. It was Bea, and I wasn't ready to face her yet, even after two years.