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Realiance

December 18, 2014
By Jordan Brown BRONZE, Lemont, Illinois
Jordan Brown BRONZE, Lemont, Illinois
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Me and the guys were over at my house. Relaxing, playing Xbox and bulls****ing bout this thing and that. Not much else high schoolers do, ya know? Playing call of duty, I’m down by at least 10 kills(I don’t play video games much) and my friend gets talking about this girl.
She was something, or at least I thought so. She wasn’t average by any means, and despite the fact that I had only known her for a little over a year; she was one of my best friends. Focus on the "was". You know the thing about high schoolers : We have little to no control over our emotions. We’re just raging balls of hormones, waiting to dump every one of our problems onto another equally unstable teenager. High school lasts for four years and I promise that you will go through friends like toilet paper. How can you expect undeveloped, immature, unequipped adolesents to not f*** up? Like you get what I’m saying? We throw our trust onto others because lord knows that we need someone to lean on, and then when that person trips up, we absolutely loose it. Did you really expect a 15 year old to be able to handle every secret and thought you have and not break your heart? Yeah, I broke her heart. Spent the summer happily friends, but come August, friends turned into crushes and confusion. Not much I could do when one of my best friends looks at me with those eyes. You know, those eyes? Those big eyes, the unwavering eyes, the ones that stare with such an affectionate intent, but the second I go to make eye contact, where do those eyes go? So there's me, being the stupid kid I was, and I go and spend some time with this girl I was talking to. Those big affectionate eyes don’t exist anymore. They’re replaced with wet, puffy eyes, those reservoir eyes. Never knew that eyes could hurt as much as they do. You feel them drill into your back and your skull, but when you go to look her in the eye, she turns away again. Not out of embarrassment anymore, but disgust. Guess my eyes weren’t good to her anymore.
So me and the guys were over at my house. Relaxing, playing Xbox and bulls****ing bout this thing and that. Not much else high schoolers do, ya know? And my friend gets talkin about this girl. Tells me, "Yeah man, when you weren't at lunch the other day, she said that she only talks to you to use you to get food".
Safe to say I lost it. Picked up my phone and shot her a text.
Have you ever called a girl fat? I wouldn't recommend it. Because those months of hatred and insults will in no way compare to how she will feel and how it will affect her in the long run.
Have you ever told a girl that she didn't need any more food because she looked like she was about to go into hibernation?
It's even worse.



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