A few months later
"And because you have worked so hard this year, we have decided to arrange another ball, a spring ball!" The principal said through the speakers in each classroom. I looked to the left and me and Jorge catched eachothers eye for less than a second. I turned to Francesca instead. She looked excited. "Come on, can't you be a little excited?" I shook my head. "Fran, you know what happened last time" I sighed. "So you won't go to the ball?" She raised her eyebrows. "I don't think so, no." Fran nodded. "I understand."
Honestly I really wanted to go to the ball. I didn't tell Francesca but I think she knew it anyways. We were standing by our lockers when my phone buzzed in my backpocket. A message from, Jorge? "Classroom 19. Your choice." Why would I want to meet him in classroom 19? There was no reason. Then why did I want to? My thoughts were interrupted by Fran, she had read the message now too. "You aren't considering on going to him, right?" I breathed in. "No, I'm not, not at all, no." Fran made a weird face. "But isn't classroom 19 a classroom that we're going to pass on our way to the exit of school?" Francesca nodded slowly. I pulled my bag out of my locker and we started walking towards the exit. 25, 24, 23. I tried to distract myself from counting. 22, 21,20. Almost there. 19. The door was just open enough so I could see a part of the room. Candles were spread all around the room as far as I could see. I looked at Francesca, she was just as shook as me. I slowly opened the door. "How did you, but when and...why?" Jorge was sitting on a table and stood up. "I'm so sorry Martina, please forgive me for everything that I've done. Will you go to the ball with me?" He stretched out his hand with a bunch of roses. I didn't take them. "No." I struggled to not start crying. "What?" "This is really sweet, I really appreciate what you did here, but I can't forgive you for what you did." A tear ran down my cheek and he quickly came closer to dry it off. I noticed that he had tears in his eyes now too. "Please" He whispered. "Let me try again." I shook my head. "It is over Jorge." Four words that I never even imagined that I would ever say.
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