It was junior year and Jordan had gotten in trouble for pranking the teachers so he was suspended from the basketball team and had to tutor other sophomores. And he was a big loss to the team. He was their best player. Unluckily for me, I had just failed a spanish test. He had to be my tutor.
"Okay, you just have to say 'Mi madre es stupido.'" He said to me.
I slapped him. "Look. I really need help on this. So, are you gonna help me or what."
He fired back. "I thought you were like the smartest person in the grade."
i replied quietly. "Not since my dad left."
"oh. I'm really sorry. I know how it feels. My mom left me."
I looked up at him. "It's just he was my best friend. I just need to know if I did something to make him hate me. Did he leave because-"
"It's not your fault at all. He left because of him."
"you have it all figured out don't you Jordan?"
"Well, you know, I can be unpredictable."
"I doubt it."
The next day before school...
I sat on the swings holding a letter from my dad saying it wasn't my fault but that he needed something different that I couldn't give him.
jordan was jogging by the playground and saw me. He ran over to the swings and asked me, " Hey, why are you crying?"
I handed him the letter. While he was reading it I stood up.
"It's ok." He said. "Shh"
he hugged me. I looked up at him.
just as it started to rain he said. "Just like the movies huh?"
I asked, "How?"
but instead of replying, he kissed me.
i answered for him. "Yeah. Just like the movies."
i kissed him. He put his hand on my waist. I had mine clutching his hair.
The next day...
"Jordan!" I called to him.
"Look, there's something you need to know. I'm moving. So that whole thing yesterday you can forget."
"No. No. I need you right now Jordan."
"Yeah, and I need you. But I'm sorry. I. We can't do this. Im moving to Canada!"
"What?!? Why?!"
"My dad wants me to live with my mom. She agreed. The court agreed. I'm moving to Canada. Tomorrow."
And here we are. It's now tomorrow. The day he gets picked up. I see him. Standing there waiting. He's staring at me wishing for the relationship we could've had.
The car comes. He heads to it.
But he stops.
"Come here." He turns to me.
I walk. Then I'm running. I grip his collar and kiss him. He kisses back. We only knew eachother for one week. Yet here we are kissing eachother goodbye. Just like the movies.
Once we're done I say, "Chic flics aren't really my favorite movies."
"Sorry. I don't really want to go fight zombies right now. This is the best I can do."
"Thank you for understanding me Jordan."
He smiles. Then gets in the car. Did I ever see him again? Yes. Did we feel the same? No. But we were partners in a movie production business. But his light and love never left me. I always was in love with the
movie-maker.
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