Rochefort en transition : My first heartbreak

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Her name was Nicole. I had actually met her a few years earlier as she was one of my mom’s students in middle school. Now we were in high school and she was…oh my, the greatest thing ever. We had been friendly, she moreso than me because I was still painfully shy at that point. We’d made plans to hang out one day when something happened. She grabbed my hand while we were walking and just held on. Hey, I thought to myself, I really like this.

When we said goodbye, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I felt like I finally had someone that liked me. I mean, those are all good signs, right? We hung out a couple of other times and the handholding continued. I was getting excited and decided that it was time to officially ask her on a date. I called her up one day intending to ask but before I even got the chance she started talking about how she didn’t want to date anyone, how she couldn’t imagine having a boyfriend, etc. She wasn’t mentioning me specifically, though it did put a halt on my plans. No problem, I told myself, I’ll just wait.

After school one day I thought I’d swing by her locker to say hi. Her locker was on the other side of the building from mine, but on the same floor right by the exit. It was easy for me to grab my stuff and then walk by on my way out. As I got closer I could see she wasn’t alone at her locker, it looked like my friend Dan was there. Yes, it was Dan, cool. I got a little closer and the picture became clearer…and I started to feel sick. There was Nicole, my crush, and Dan, my friend, making out in front of her locker. I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped and I pondered what I should do. Do I say something? If so, what do I say? I caught myself staring and so did the only thing I could think to do: I ducked into the nearest classroom and moved away from the door. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and the nausea growing in my stomach. I took several deep breaths and waited five minutes until I was sure that they were gone.

I was absolutely devastated. I’m pretty sure I went home and cried for about an hour until there was not a drop of moisture left in my body from which tears could be formed. I felt so betrayed and sick. She had toyed with my emotions and lied to me. I never really recovered from that scene, and she never really understood why I wasn’t talking to her that much anymore.

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