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My heart was racing as I fled, Finding my way to the girl's bathroom. While I locked myself into one of the stalls I did what I came there to do and tried to calm myself down. What the hell did Pierce do here?
The first time I saw Pierce was before I went to juvie, I was in a halfway house in Atlanta, a big city that never seemed to sleep. He was the attractive popular jock, in our first year in junior high already, I was the invisible nerd everyone avoided. I was fine with that, I'd have to leave anyway.
I was secretly into him from the moment I looked into his eyes, and he was into me from that very same moment. No one understood how the popular guy could fall for the misfit, but he did, although I had rejected him the entire week, once we went home I never expected to arrive at school the next Monday with him waiting, a bouquet of red roses asking me to please give him one date, one chance.
I said yes, the memories came back to me and I couldn't stop all the memories and feelings coming over me. On our first date, he took me to the botanical gardens, then we had some food and after that, he took me to a cute crystal store, he had put all the effort into that date a girl could wish for. I told him I'd have to move away eventually, the real reason I had rejected him the entire week.
He had grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes, and told me to please allow him to be mine as long as I was there, as long as it was possible. I gave in, I said yes to Pierce, and as much as other girls hated me, I was because of that one date the most popular girl in the school.
For the months I was in Atlanta, Pierce was everything the boys in my books were, everything real boys never seemed to be. He was kind and funny, he was my safe space. He made me feel things I never felt until I had to leave. The first months he stayed in touch, he didn't want to break up, no matter the deal he had made with me, he had started to love me truly, and I had those same feelings.
Once I had moved away, as I told him I would, he kept in touch for months still, until he couldn't deny this wouldn't work, not knowing if he would even see me again. He broke up with me, although I knew he still loved me, I knew he was right.
For months I was heartbroken until I couldn't remember what he looked like until I had cried too many times and told myself I was over him. The rapid beating of my heart contradicted whatever I had told myself in an attempt to move on.
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