Mistakes..?

The Beginning

The story doesn't start at the beginning of school, that would be to simple. No, this story starts here, at the end of summer, in a silly small town. I've been truly unhappy for some time. Maybe things are going up.

I've recently been texting this guy named Brandon.

Before you start saying Oh he's just some guy and blah blah blah, you don't get it. He's come a long way since freshman year.

Freshman year... I had this monster crush on him.

He was like a cute little church boy. I guess maybe at the time, that's what I needed. But I never even tried. I always thought why would he bother with someone like me?

You can't see it through the screen, but I'm not some skinny cute preppy person.

I'm not society's definition of pretty. I never have been, and I probably never will be.

But enough of that, let me get this story started...

It had been such a long day.  I can clearly recall the heat, and how the sun hid behind the clouds. My mom and I had just got done supply shopping, so I could be ready for when school started. I always checked my Facebook first when I got home from anywhere. Since the beginning of this, I've stopped that. I barely even get on Facebook now.

Anyways, I checked it and saw I had a message from Brandon. I figured it was probably just him checking to see if we had any classes together since we did that the year before. But I was wrong. We carried on a conversation for a while, and when I told him I had to go, he surprised me. He asked me if we could text. We traded numbers and that was that.

I got offline and went out with my family, we were having a big dinner. It was something we use to do regularly. I miss that... Moving on, it was about halfway through dinner when I felt my phone buzz.

It was him. Hey, sorry it took so long to text. Been busy. It's Brandon.

I had to be discreet about checking my phone. I saw his name and couldn't help the little smile that came across my face. My fingers tapped a reply quietly and quickly

Hey Brandon, I totally understand.

This routine carried on for a few days. We even asked each other questions and really got to know each other. I thought it was great, you know. I was finally getting to see the reality behind his school act.

Or at least... that's what I told myself

About a week later, his true colors showed. And it was devastating. School was about to start, so I'd have to see him in person for band class. Let me tell you, it was torture. But wait, I've skipped it, what he did and how it broke a tiny piece of me.

He took over my life in those few days, or weeks. I lost track of my days, the time, everything. He ruled my life, and he knew it. Every time that phone went off, my hopes went up. They'd come crashing down when it wasn't him. I let him take me over, and maybe that's why I got hurt when I learned he wasn't who I made him out to be.

It just happened out of the blue one day. We had been talking about our favorite types of weather. It had been some time since he replied, so I started cleaning around my room. I always stayed in there, so I constantly kept it fixed up.

When my phone dinged, I was cautious when I read this from Brandon. Ha ha, this is why I love talking to you. But hey, I have a question.

We had been asking each other questions non stop, so why he said he had a question threw me of guard slightly. Ask away.

Now his next response, it ruined my respect for him. It lowered my opinion on myself. It had me so messed up for days. When you see it, you'll probably laugh at me reaction because a lot of people do it. I never did though. I was never that type of person.

My phone dinged again. Wanna trade nudes?

Now,

 it may not have been that vulgar, but you get my point.

I gently put my phone down and sat on the bed. I remember just staring at the wall blankly. I stared for two hours, not moving. My mom came in and that's when I finally moved again. I looked at her and saw her lips moving, but couldn't seem to grasp the words she had spoke. I asked her to repeat herself and she was telling me how we were gonna see a movie and for me to get dressed. Once she left the room, I grabbed my phone and sent him a reply

I'm sorry, I'm just not that kind of person

I got changed and grabbed my phone, noting I had a reply from him. During the movie, I kept texting him, mainly repeating myself, saying no. He wouldn't take no as an answer which I think further ruined my image of him.  I just couldn't get my head around it.

We had that routine continue for a couple of days, a week or so. School finally started back up. We were juniors. We had band first thing together, and it was absolute torture. I hated seeing him, I hated being near him. Thank God we weren't in the same section.

We basically ignored each other at school but when we got home, we started texting again. He left the topic alone, and for that I was thankful. We eventually stopped talking. He lacked a reason to talk to me, so I stopped putting in an effort to keep talking to him.

A month or so passed, and we were being told about our ring ceremony. For those who are a little confused about "ring ceremony", it's were we got our class rings. An expensive ring with a gem, your name, and the year you graduate with other things being optional to be put on. My ring is gold, blue gem, my name and a clarinet on one side, and the year I graduated with a rose on the other side. We had to sit in alphabetic order, but him and his cousin switched seats. Hey, I'm not complaining. Or at least I wasn't complaining.

Who would have ever thought that later on that night, Brandon's cousin Blake would do the same thing he did? Not me

But are you ready for the real plot twist?

Who would have ever thought that I would have traded pics with Blake?