Nineteen

The tear phase had passed by Monday, and I was back in a deep depression. All feelings had left me, and I was back to being an empty shell.

I walked through the door to second hour and sat in the back as usual. Jessie walked in and sat in his seat after making out with some random girl in the doorway. I had scanned her over, noticing that it was a different girl than yesterday. Ew.

I slouched in my seat. No doubt, he was going to try and talk to me. There was nothing he could say and nothing I wanted him to say. There was no reason for me to be friendly with him now. Nothing had changed between us.

Maybe that was a lie. He had been there during the most traumatic time in my life. He held me while I cried and followed me when I was running so I wouldn't be alone in my grief. Despite his chosen group of friends, his rotation of women, and the prank he pulled on me a few weeks ago… I had to say that I didn't hate him as much as I wanted to.

He turned to