'For your heart I'm very unrelenting and I'd do whatever it takes to win you back' that was what was written on the paper that fell out of my locker when I opened it. This was a stalker note and I definitely knew who my stalker was. Tom was his name, since he got back in contact with me, he had been trying so much to win my heart back or so he thought. I crumpled the note and put it in the nearest trash can. So this is how it all began. Tom and I went to middle school together, we liked each other very much and I was just waiting for him to make a move. We got talking and he said everything would happen in high school.
He knew just how to make me smile. His regular winking and smiling made me fantasize. He had a lovely dentition and to top it all up he was so cute. He was every girl's dream but I was his dream or so I thought. I anticipated high school so much and when we finally resumed he was gone. He just varnished. He left no message, no note, I had no idea of his whereabouts. He told me he would be schooling at downer high with all of us but it seems he lied. I was in so much pain. I had so much trust in him and he took me for a ride. My pain grew from mere pain to deep anger. I was mad at him but it seems I was mad at everyone in High school. My aura was that of full blazing anger in my first year. Eventually, activities kicked off and I kept myself busy. It was hard but I gradually got my mind off him and I also forgave him.
I got along with people, made new friends and got good grades. I tried not to get too attached to anyone because last time I tried, I was broken. One day after a break we resumed. Transfer students were admitted into downer high school. I wasn't really concerned about the new students because I was not the type to make friends so easily so I stayed in my corner. Weeks passed and there was a certain boy all the girls admired, they rained praises on him everyday. You would hear things like he's so cute, so hot, those eyes could pierce through anyone, those legs could walk miles without feeling any pain, blah blah blah. Their daily praises started annoying me.
The group of friends I used to hang out with were no exception. They praised this particular new student till a point where I finally decided to see him. A picture, physically, anything, I just wanted to get a glance of his face or maybe grace myself with his presence since he was almost a god in the short span of time he arrived at downer high. I asked one of my girlfriends for a picture of him. She had a whole folder for only his pictures in her picture gallery and I feel other girls were no different. I saw a picture. Those eyes, those lips, that face looked so familiar. It seemed I already had a connection with the picture of the guy before it clicked. Tom? So Tom was here, in the same school with me. I picked my bag and bolted out of school. I headed straight home. I didn't ever want to go to school again. More like, I didn't want to see Tom's face.
I probably would break down in front of him. I was infuriated. My feelings and emotions got a hold of me. Memories that I buried started flooding back. My phone rang and I answered it. It was a strange number so I just kept quiet till the person at the other end spoke. He spoke. I couldn't place the voice, it didn't sound familiar and when I asked while it was, he was playing mind games with me. He eventually said that I'd soon figure it out and I did. It was Tom. I wonder where he got my number from. I ended the call and immediately a text message came into my phone from him. He said he was back for good and he was sorry for leaving without notice, I ignored the texts. I went to school the next day, trying my best to avoid Tom. We met at English class. He sat adjacent to me and he was stealing glances at me.
I wasn't even in for anything so I pretended like he didn't exist. After English class I bolted out to avoid any chit chat with him and I succeeded because his array of admirers and crushes were hovering around him. I went to my locker and opened it. Confetti popped all over my face. I saw an apology note and a box of chocolates. I was very furious because of the confetti prank but I loved chocolates and he still remembered. I read the apology note, crumpled it and put it in the trash. How in the fuckery fuck world did he get into my locker. This just couldn't work. I was a normal highschool kid with few friends. I rarely went for parties and social gatherings and there he was, a demigod, admired by all. I bet he would love party's and social gatherings and as such, I wasn't interested. So where deep down I still liked him. He sent me texts everyday in the morning and at night, of which I didn't bother replying but he was still determined.
He kept calling even if I didn't answer his calls. He kept surprising me, sneaking up on me and a day before today I finally answered his call and asked him if he never got tired of texting, calling and giving too much energy when I had nothing to offer and I saw the note in my locker the next day at school. Tom was stalking me and I loved it but I just wasn't ready for another heartbreak. All the praises people rained on Tom were actually true. He came back all evolved and ravishing, he was worth dying for and a lot of girls were ready to go miles for that. I finally set up a meeting with Tom. He was there on time, he even arrived before me. I told him how badly he had hurt me and his justification made a lot of sense. He said and I quote, 'Rita, I sent a lot of messages through people and I guess none of them got to you. I never stopped loving you and the slightest opportunity I got to be closer to you, I grabbed it with two hands that's why I transferred.
My parents were the ones who sent me to another high school which was totally against my will and solely their choices. At that point I had no say in their decision, but now, now I do and I chose to be with you Rita', tears started rolling down my eyes. I was deeply touched and teary. He offered me a tissue to wipe my tears and I did. He pulled me in and hugged me, I felt so much solace in his arms. I shifted from his embrace and looked directly in his eyes and said,' I was badly hurt when you left without a word, but I never stopped loving you either and I'm very happy you could make it here. I'm sorry for being so hard on you', and I hugged him again even tighter this time. I told him we could be friends and nothing more for now because I needed time to study him, his new ways and also adapt to the changes I would be facing. We became best friends. I was so lucky to have him as a friend. There was definitely more to it, my best friend loved me and I loved him too, how sweet. I adapted to the changes after a while and I was cool with it. It was a new beginning which seemed very promising. The demigod and I had a "one last chance".
