I'm a flirt. So what?
Why tie yourself down to one person during high school when there's such a small chance of them being your "high school sweetheart"? Like that even exists! High school is about fun. Not heartbreaks or lost hopes.
Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Jake. Jake Carmichael. I bet you all think I'm a jerk, and you're correct. What's the root of that? I broke two things that meant alot to me once... and I can't go back and fix it.
What did I break?
I broke my heart
But most importantly...
I broke her heart.
I know what you're thinking. "Why don't you tell her how you feel? It's never too late!". Don't think I've thought about those things before. I tried, believe me. But I can't tell her how I feel because she's in love with someone else. Or at least, she shows the world she's in love...
I let her get inside my head. I let myself open up to her. She changed me and made me strive to do better. I wanted to be with her for an eternity. I miss her kisses, smile, scent, hugs, and so much more. I sometimes think about her at night and think about ALL of our memories. When we broke up, she put anything-that related to our relationship-in a bag. The day after we broke up she left it at my desk. My seat was a table behind her... the back of her head even looked beautiful. I could tell she felt awkward the day after we broke up... I did, too. I was devastated and all I could do was make jokes with those who sat around me. I'm pretty sure she couldn't stand me anymore because she always took the opportunity to move seats far away from me as possible. I should start from the beginning:
Freshman year. First day of school. First period. English class.
My first period teacher was a drama/English teacher named Mrs. Bernstein. She only had to teach one English class and the rest of the periods she taught were for drama students. With that being said, her classroom was in the drama room and a stage right beside. The drama room was larger than a normal classroom setting. There were dressing rooms, a water fountain, a bathroom, and a huge garage door. But, Mrs. Bernstein didn't really know how to place the tables or what she might call, "desks". They were actual classroom tables and there was about 10 of them in two columns. It was pretty crowded, I might admit. I sat by a few friends I knew since elementary and middle school. I didn't bother to pay attention to Mrs. Bernstein because all the classroom rules were common sense. No cell phones, no cheating, there will be assigned seats, ask for permission to go to the bathroom, raise your hand, blah blah blah! You know when you look around the classroom to see if anyone new around is cute? So, you search for someone who could potentially be your next crush? I found her. It was the beginning of the first day and I already found someone I thought was cute and innocent enough for me. She was Hispanic looking and had big brown eyes. She was beautiful because she was natural. She barely wore any makeup and she dressed so simple. That was my type of girl! The bell rang and I wanted to approach her but then the thought came to mind: "What am I going to say?". I didn't know what to talk about and I didn't want to creep her out. I know that later tonight I was going to plan something, so I didn't worry for the rest of the day until I walked into sixth period.
In our high school, we were required to take two foreign languages in order to get an advanced diploma. I decided to take a crack at Spanish. I walked into sixth period and searched the room for someone I knew, so I didn't have to be a longer. With my luck, I found about two handfuls of my middle school friends and automatically sat right next to them. This class was going to be super fun and I already knew it! I sat and talked to them, waiting for the final bell to ring and guess who walked in and caught my eye again? The cute girl from my first period! Thought I'd most definitely put my "Mike charm" on at the time, but she sat across the room from me! Just like first period!! She was SO far away and I seriously had no excuse to go towards her. For first and sixth period she sat by friends from her middle school; her middle school and my middle school were rivals. So you could probably imagine why we sat across the room from each other. I knew reaching her would be difficult, but not impossible. Since, I'm a picky guy, and I rarely like any girls... I was so determined to wrap this one around my finger. And I knew that once I got home, I was going to try and make her mine. Anyways, the teacher was Mrs. Barbasso and she seemed to not be humorous because some kids tried to make a joke and she just stared... scary! And class hasn't even started! Finally, the last bell rung and the teacher told the same old classroom rules again. I didn't bother to pay attention. Before I knew it, the final bell of the day rung and it was time to go home.
