Request for BrooklynRageComing
He was leaving. His family was moving to the other side of the country and they were taking him with them. You bit back your tears, face flushed with an emotion you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
“Go talk to him!” one of your friends urged, “Who knows when you’ll see him again?”
You never lifted your face from the desk you were sitting at. “Exactly!” you groaned, “So many things could go wrong, and that’d be his last impression of me!”
Pouting, your friend muttered, “Yeah, and his first.”
Sticking your tongue out at the girl, you saw her expression change drastically as someone entered the room.
She brightened quite noticeably, back straight as she sat on the desk behind you with her legs swinging. “Hey, Alfred!” she chirped at the jock.
You stiffened. “Speak of the devil...” you muttered bitterly to yourself, sinking further into your arms.
“(F/n) here has something she wants to tell you,” your so called friend mentioned to the tall blonde, nudging you slightly with her white Vans.
(E/c) eyes widening, you sent her a chilling glare which she ignored as she hopped off of the desk and skipped out of the classroom, wanting to waste the rest of lunch somewhere else.
Groaning again, you flopped your head back onto your hands, shuffling enough so that your gaze was on the brilliant blue eyes of that boy.
A cheerful smile was on his face as he looked down at you, “What’s up?”
You let out a nervous laugh, “Not much,” you managed to croak out, “I just wanted to say that I’m- we’re- the whole school’s-” you broke off, embarrassed by your inability to string together words, “I’ll miss you when you move. Because, well, I really like you. So there. Bye now.”
The boy seemed taken aback a bit by your choked words. He opened his mouth to respond when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the final class of the day.
You watched, chin resting on the cool wood of your desk, as the boy of your dreams walked out of the classroom for the last time and, with that, out of you life.
And he stayed out, too.
It wasn’t until three years later, in your senior year, that anyone even mentioned him to you again. It was the first day of the new semester and, with it, new classes, new subjects, and new teachers. Also, new people in your class.
Your (e/c) eyes were focused on the board as you jotted down the math notes in your final class of the day. Only a few months more and you’d be out of high school. A local college had already accepted your application, leaving you anxious for the year to end.
The door opened and all eyes in the room darted to the hall where a tanned boy stood with a bright grin on his face. Murmurs and whispers increased to people struggling to be heard over each other, but you just sat with a slack jaw as the boy pranced up to the teacher, handing him a late pass.
You could hardly believe it until one kid finally confronted the surprize. “Yo! I thought you were gone for good!”
“Nah,” the blonde teen said, shaking his head as his brilliant blue eyes scanned the class for an open seat. You silently prayed and feared that he would pick the empty desk next to you.
His eyes caught yours and you didn’t know whether to rejoice or cheer when he began to stride closer, dumping his backpack on the floor next to you.
Mentally slapping yourself, you got back to dutifully taking your notes. Your mind, however, still wandered over to the American boy sitting next to you. Did he even remember you?
“Excuse me?” you heard him whisper. Glancing over, he was leaning over his desk to reach you. You deflated a bit, assuming he couldn’t have remembered a girl he only met once.
“I was just wondering, did you miss me?”
With a rueful smile, you looked back at your work. “Of course,” you mumbled, “Everyone did.”
He pursed his lips, starting to move back to his desk, “Right.” But, then he stopped, reversing the action until he was nearly falling out of his seat. “But, what I meant was, did you miss me?” You looked at the boy with an incredulous expression. “You know, like you promised?”
Tears starting to form in your eyes, your smile became a bit more sincere. “You have no idea,” you whispered.
Because, as you may or may not know, crushes don’t really ever fade. At least, not real ones. So while you pushed the thoughts of him away into a dark closet where no one would dare look, they were still there when you finally replaced the light bulb.