Endless Love

Senior Year

I sat alone in the cafeteria, I felt someone sit beside me but I refused to acknowledge them. I turned to my name; I caught eyes with Brent. He's had a huge crush on me since I transferred to this school; he's made it known plenty of times and I of course kept my mind on Kristian.

Camila sat on my other side and started flirting with him "Hey Brent." Brent stood and left back to his table; Camila groaned "See what I'm talking about. Why would he talk to me? He only talks to you." Brent walked by Cameron who was checking him out; Cameron sat "Oh honey how lucky you are to attract him. I'd make him.." I cut him off "It's too early for the sweet talk."

Camila raised her eyebrows at Cameron "Come on. It's Brent Davenport. Only the hottest guy in school. Girls drool over his presence." I sighed "He'll continue to be Brent Davenport. Been there, done that. I won't make that mistake again." Cameron rolled his eyes "Oh honey. Some of us wish for that attention and you're ignoring it for an old lover who cheated and is miles away."

I looked at him "So grab that attention, why beg for it? You're worth far more than that. Both of you. Make him want you, stop begging. I'm grabbing milk and leaving." I went up to the cafeteria lady "Can I get a chocolate milk please?" She handed one to me "There you go sweetheart." I smiled at her "Thank you."

I turned and bumped into Brent "Excuse me." I went around him but he walked beside me "Where are you rushing off to?" I smirked as I fumbled the milk carton in my hands "Library." I stopped just outside of the cafeteria doors "Camila and Cameron are nice people so whichever way you roll, give them a chance. I'm not interested as I've said multiple times."

He looked shocked "Is that the reason you... You won't talk to me?" I looked away and smiled "No. I've been... I've dated someone like you and well I rather not again. So, please. Leave me alone." He crossed his arms "How can you be so sure I'm him?" I licked my mouth "Tall, cute soccer player that every girl has a crush on but never dated any of them. Interested in the girl who has no interest."

He smirked "You think I'm cute?" I laughed "Of all that, that's all you heard? No. I'm not interested." I turned and walked to the library now agitated that I barely had any time to do what I wanted to do before the bell rang. I searched the shelves for a certain book when I came across a particular book.

I pulled it off the shelf and stared at the cover, my chest starting to hurt. I felt tears forming but before they could, someone startled me "That's a good one." I jumped and looked at the librarian "Oh yes. It is." He smiled "Didn't mean to startle you." He noticed my watery eyes "Are you okay?" I faked a smile "Um. Yes. Just a new school. I mean I'm not new, I started last year; just some memories with this book."

He nodded as he took it "Heart-aching story. You're welcome to take it if you'd like. Think of it as a welcoming gift." I shook my head "No I couldn't." He looked up at the clock "Bells about to ring. Are you going to check those out?" I followed him to the desk "Just these." I looked at the figurines on the desk as he scanned my books "Do you have your student ID?

I handed it to him "I'm sorry." The bell rang, and I grabbed my things and headed to class; I set the books down and noticed he slipped that book into the pile. I opened the cover to a note written inside "Welcome to our school. Have a good year." I quietly giggled and put it away; Cameron sat in front of me "Secret admirer?" I looked up at him "You wish."

He snatched the book from my backpack and opened it "Ooohh from Mr. Rodriguez. Are you into f.i.l.f's?" I cringed as I snatched it back "What the hell is that?" He smirked as he leaned on my desk "Father I'd like to fuck. Is our..." I cut him off "OMG. No. It was a gift, it means nothing." Brent came up beside me "Hey Violet."

Cameron raised his eyebrows and smirked turning back in his chair, I looked at him "Hey." He looked away acting shy "So this weekend we're going to state. Wanted to see if you'd like to join me. It's here so no travel." I looked at the ground "Um.." I looked up again "Who are we playing?" He smiled "Your old school. You might see some old friends. Maybe old boyfriend?" I looked away, I knew Kristian was on the team and I'd up my chances of seeing him if I went.

Cameron turned back around "If you don't, I will girl." Brent cringed but quickly adjusted his posture "So?" I smirked "Probably not. Thanks for asking." He went to his seat, and Cameron whispered "What is wrong with you?" I leaned into him "Kristian will be there and can we just leave it alone please?" He rolled his eyes sarcastically "Girl."

He turned back into his seat as class started; I couldn't focus after finding that out. Once the bell rang, I was the first up and out the door. Cameron chased me down "Whoa. What's going on?" I turned to him "I'm going home. See you tomorrow or something."

I jogged out of the building before the bell rang; I drove back to my aunt's house. Thankfully no one was home so I didn't need to explain why I was home early. I grabbed my laptop from the desk and flopped on the bed with it. I opened it and went on Facebook.

I opened his profile and saw a photo of him with his team captioned "State championship tomorrow! Wish us luck!" I scrolled down and my heart broke, he had a picture with his ex-girlfriend and Valerie. I closed the laptop and started crying. Once I stopped crying I picked up my phone and sat back up, I called my mom.

She answered almost immediately "Violet? Is everything okay? Your school called Auntie. You ran out of school?" I sniffled and wiped my nose "Mommy." Her voice lightened up "Oh honey what's going on?" I cleared my throat "When can I move back there?" Her voice sounded sad "Soon. You'll be 18 soon if this stuff isn't complete before that. Why are you crying?"

I looked at my comforter "I miss home." She confided in me "I know baby. You'll be back here very soon. Just keep going to school and doing good. You will be home in no time. I need to get back to work, I'll call you tonight before you go to bed. I love you." I exhaled "I love you too, talk to you tonight." I hung up the phone and looked at the posters on my wall. I wanted to go but at the same time, I didn't.

Going home meant confrontation and I never did well with that. I wish I had thought clearly about my decision but I was hurt by him. Seeing him tomorrow would open a new book of hurt and emotions for me; though I hadn't moved on fully, seeing him would reset my progress of closure.