I stand there staring at him. He did not just say what I think he said. All of his friends are staring at me like I'm some kind of freak, and they're laughing.
"Like someone like him would ever even consider liking someone like you!" One of them says to me smirking. Oh how I wish I could wipe that smirk permanently off his face.
"Yeah, for someone who's so smart how come you couldn't figure out he was only being nice to you to get an A?" another one of them asked. I start a little at that, was that all that that kiss was? Was it a ploy to make me help him? I look in to his eyes and I can tell it's not true. He cares about me, and that kiss meant just as much to him as it did to me. He has to play his part though, or his "friends" will get suspicious, and his popularity is way more important than I am. So what if I'm not part of the "in crowd?" I look him straight in the eye, silently asking him a question. Of course he looks a way, answering my question and failing the test. He's not going to stick up for me, but that was the wrong choice on his part, because now he's never going to have me.
I can't believe that I ever actually thought he might stick by me. Of course he thinks that once he gets the chance to be alone with me he'll be able to win me back over. That he'll be able to beg and plead for me to take him back. Will I? I wonder. I think of that kiss, that one simple kiss. It was so gentle and sweet, full of longing; it was in all ways magnificent. I'd love to feel that kiss again, but as I look at him surrounded by his friends I know it'll never happen. He blew it. It's as simple as that. I decide to give him one more chance; I stand there just a little bit longer to see if he'll change his mind.
Slowly he looks up at me, his eyes begging for forgiveness and then he puts on a smirk. "You're such a loser," he says. "How did you ever end up being one of the smartest kids in school? God you're so gullible, like there could ever be anything between us!" Ouch. That hurt. If he was going to reject me he didn't have to be so cruel, but of course he has too. It's what the populars do; it's what they thrive on. It'd be considered uncool if he were to show any human emotion towards someone who isn't like him. Suddenly I feel a surge of anger. How dare he! Slowly winning me over, only to break my heart! I want to hurt him the way he hurt me. I know the easiest way to hurt him is to let him know that I'm not going to forgive him.
I stand there as he and his friends turn around and start to walk away. I watch them for a few seconds blinking back tears that were starting to form. Then slowly I begin to push my way through the crowd, until I've caught up with him. I grab the essay we had to write together for our Science class. That damn essay that led to my heart being stomped on.
"Here's the essay, you need to turn it in," I said calmly as if nothing happened. I held the paper out for him to take. He looked from it to me curiously for a second, as if wondering why I wasn't going to turn it in. I didn't miss the slightly hopeful look in his eye, the one that sparked because I was talking to him normally. The idiot! He thinks I'm going to actually forgive him? Yeah right!
One of his obnoxiously slutty friends piped up. "He can't turn it in, he's not going to science. He's got an appointment in the janitor's closet." She smirked at that. He looked at me quickly to see if I was mad that he was going to go make out with some whore in some closet. I was careful to make sure that the only emotion to cross my face was disgust.
"As if I give a flying fuck," I said. With that I dropped the paper on the floor and walked away, not even glancing back.