It’d been five months three weeks and six days since they’ve been dating. Yeah, I’ve been counting. By this point in their relationship, he’s even sitting with us at lunch. Have you ever tried eating a tuna fish sandwich while watching someone feel up someone else? Lets just say tuna doesn’t taste so good the second time around. Sometimes I’d literally have to go to the bathroom so I could go throw up. It got so bad that I finally just gave up sitting with them. So I sat with Aiden all the time.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Aiden but have you ever watched the kid eat? Honestly nothing gets in his mouth. I don’t know where the fuck it all goes. His cloths probably absorb most of it and my cloths manage to cover the rest.

After being ignored, the third wheel, forced out of my own table, and spilled on, I came to a conclusion. It was time to get over her. No matter how much I was in love with her, no matter how she made me feel, it had to end here. And that’s exactly what I was going to do. After being in love with her since the sixth grade, years later I decided I just can’t do it anymore. My hearts so worn out, it can’t take it anymore. My brain can’t decipher through anymore of these chaotic thoughts. It was over, plain and simple.

Sure, you’d think why not just tell her how I feel, but it’s bad enough that she never has time for me. The last thing I need is to be humiliated. She doesn’t feel the same, so what’s the point?

Now for the hard part, how do I do it? I figured most of it would be simple. She ignores me half the time anyways. Ever since Homecoming I’ve been trying to avoid her. The hard part would be when she paid attention to me. How do I reject her? I guess I’ll just have to reject her like she rejects me. The thought made my eyes water. It’s really over…

Everything was going fine. I hadn’t even had an encounter with her in a week. Guess that just goes to show you how much our friendship meant to her. I thought for once, maybe, just maybe, I’ll get over her. God was I ever wrong.