Short Stories

Jonah

I sat and I thought...... I thought about that boy that consumes my mind. I watch as he walks by, smiling and laughing with his friends. I wonder if he ever notices me.....after what happened. I wonder if he ever recalls that day, the day he let me down. I wonder if he ever notices my eyes.....the sadness that resides in them. He didn't have to be so mean with it.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" there goes my bed sheets

"I'M NOT GAY!" there goes my homework

"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND FOR FUCKS SAKE!" and there goes my heart

I feel tears falling down face.

I slowly pull my knees to my chest and put my head down as I cry silently in to my arms.

"Jonah?", I looked up....there he was.... jogging towards me.... I lift my head in mixed emotions of annoyance, regret, and why it had to be him.

"Jonah..." he repeated, "are you ok?"

DO I LOOK OK? I screamed in my head. Instead I gave a very salty "No".

"Is it because of me?"

No. 

"Is what because of you?" I replied, still not lifting my head.

"Those tears," I could hear him sit down " I don't like to see you cry, especially cause of me"

"Well you should have thought of that before you said those things that day" I could feel even more tears falling off my face.

"What day?"

I was pissed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WHAT DAY"? DID YOU REALLY FORGET? HOW COULD YOU? YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I have to go.

I quickly stood up and ran away. I did not want to see his face ever again, yet I long too.