Review Segment 1
The time had now come. I had to talk to her. Otherwise I would have lied to myself and who wants to do that? I took another deep breath, exited my homeroom, walked gracefully through the double doors and up to the group of girls. I smiled at the girls of the group and then turned to her. I looked her right in the eyes, smiled again and said, "hello." She, then, looked at me and said, "hi."
"My name is Mark. What's yours?", I said. She recited a name that believe it or not, before that day, I had never heard before. So, I proceeded to the next question. Which was, "how did your summer go?" But just after my question was complete, she quickly placed four fingers on the left side and one thumb on the right side of my neck and began squeezing my throat.
Let's skip ahead to the present real quick. As I type this, I'm thinking, "what the hell was that?" That should have been a red flag to run for the city. I would say "run for the hills" but people die there and are sometimes not found for weeks, months even. Okay back to my story.
I stood firm without flinching. I remained focused on her eyes. I slowly raised my right hand and wrapped my fingers around her wrist while asking politely, "are you through?" She released the grip from my throat, brought her two hands together, and began ridding her fingernails from any dead skin she had collected from my neck. Right then, I should have known that this girl was a psycho. Instead, as I caressed the minor pains on my neck, my inner reaction was feeling the entire action of play as HOT!
The next couple of weeks would set the tone of what we meant to one another. We became classmates associates. Nothing more. Turns out she was in a relationship with one of my childhood friends. It would be extremely rude of me to step in and interrupt what they may or not have. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I waited.
In the meantime, I would be meet Angela. We became close in an odd sort of distant type of way. One thing I will never forgot about Angela is our first kiss. It was rushed but passionate. The anticipation of it is what made it significant. We could have had something great. Only, my heart was with cafeteria girl. While Angela was actually interested in my childhood friend, only she was not aware of it yet. Yes, the same friend dating cafeteria girl. Angela and I would remain a couple for four months, from December to March. Exactly one month passed the time of a typical middle school relationship.
Ironically though, when my relationship would end with Angela, so would the relationshp between my childhood friend and cafeteria girl. Which only meant one thing. There's nothing hindering us from the inevitable.
Apparently, you don't know until you know.
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