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So some of you may remember me talking about an old friend who I ran into a few days ago...569Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbpN2C8SrZC
He didn't recognize me. I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.569Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQmkwT6Ejsx
But anyway, turns out that I now like him.569Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAUj5yAi5B0
And I hate it, because half of the girls in my grade like him too.
Our friendship started in 2nd grade (I think. This was too long ago. My brain can't handle this.) when we were put into the same class. Of course, I was in the class with all the popular kids, but since we were in primary school, we were all kind of friendly to each other. I would play with this boy during recess, and the thought of me having a crush on him didn't even cross my mind, unlike other girls. We were purely friends. Anyways, we would swing on the swing set together or climb the monkeybars, but every so often, the popular girls/guys would come over and start chatting up a storm with him and act like I didn't exist. So then obviously, being the person I am, I didn't interrupt them and instead went to my other friends and hung out with them.
Later in the school year, we changed seats for, like, the one hundredth time, and when my teacher gave me my seat, I happened to be put next to the same boy. And I remember this moment clearly. As soon as the teacher told him we were sitting next to each other, in front of the whole class, he said, "YESSSSS!" Now by this time, we weren't really hanging out all that much, so you can imagine my surprise when he did that. To be honest, we kind of acted like the other didn't exist. But, yeah. I was literally shocked. I'm pretty sure this was my first time blushing, but I'm not certain. All the popular girls started whispering and giggling, and I just stood there, frozen. The giggles got so bad that my teacher actually had to say something along the lines of "Boys can be excited to sit next to girls, you know." That just made the whole situation more embarrassing.
I had thought that the popular girls had forgotten about that incident until the most popular - and I'm saying the most popular - girl walked up to me at the end of school and said, "I think [boy's name] likes you." Of course, little 2nd grade me was like "Hahahahahahaha, no" but now I'm not so sure. Let me just say, I was VERY innocent back then. Like VERY, VERY, VERY innocent.
Fast forward to present day. (He moved at the end of 4th grade, I think.)
So I ran into him almost a week ago at a fútbol americano (yes, I'm finally puting my numerous Spanish lessons to use), and HOLY GUACAMOLE he is tall. (Just sayin', this is probably the worst crush I've had ever.) I passed him multiple times, trying to make sure it was actually him, and I quite literally ran into him one time, but he didn't remember me at all. I follow him on social media and what not, but a lot of people do, so I don't know what I was expecting.
He also had a parade of girls trailing him everywhere. I swear, I think I saw a few girls waiting outside of the bathroom for him. *Barfs.* And I hate that I'm like them, but my stupid feelings can't help it.
BUT.
I'M GOING TO SHOVE THOSE FEELINGS DOWN INTO A PIT AND KEEP 'EM THERE FOREVER AND HOPEFULLY I WILL NEVER SEE HIM (or my feelings) AGAIN.
Although, that's not helpful because this boy is basically "Nick" in my upcoming story...
:')
This is pain.
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