Long Love Stories

*Nixon

I pulled the classroom door open, stepping into Art class.To be honest, I loved art. It was my escape from reality.

Anyways, I started walking to my seat in the back of the

class. I glanced at Nixon, who hand an annoyed and

disgusted look on his face. I sighed. I wish he knew how

much he hurt me when he broke up with me. No, strike

that, DUMPED me. Brutally dumped me. He didn't even

give an explanation. He said we could be friends, but he

never made the effort with me. I sat down at my seat, as that day replayed in my

head,again.

<Flashback>

I was sitting on our bench, waiting for Nixon to arrive. I was looking around

when I spotted him. He wasn't that hard to notice. He had brown hair that swept

across his forehead. His eyes were what got me hooked on him. They were blue,

ice blue, and they were captivating. He came over and sat down next to me, a

worried expression on his face.

"Something's wrong," I thought. "He always kisses me on the cheek when he

greets me."

"Esmeralda, there's no easy way for me to tell you this. It's over. I think we

should just be friends," he said in a rush.

I sat there, shocked. It was sinking in when I realized he didn't love me back.

"But I love him!" I thought. I got up and started walking home.

"I'm sorry, Esmeralda!" he yelled after me.

"No you're not, Nixon," I mumbled to myself. Tears started to spill down my

cheeks as I entered my house.

<End of Flashback>

The teacher stood up after the bell rang. "Class, we're going to have a free day, so

you're allowed to do whatever. Just stay out of trouble!"

I sighed and got out my sketching book and iPod. I stuck one headphone in and

started sketching. I heard snickering and looked up. I saw Nixon, Abbie, and the

popular group quickly turn their heads in other ways, as if I wouldn't know. They

were laughing at me. I was labeled the "emo" at my school, because I was

different. I had enough. I got up and shoved everything in my bad and stepped

outside. I pulled my iPod out again and started wandering off. My emotions got

the best of me, and I started to cry. I picked a secluded, shady tree and sat down.

I heard leaved being crunched by feet. I looked at the shoes, which were now in

front of me. Converse, familiar ones, at that.

"Esmeralda?"

I looked up and saw Nixon's blue eyes staring at me, a look of guilt lurking within

them.

"What do you want, Nixon?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry, Esmeralda," he sighed.

"No you're not! You never were!" I snapped again.

"What do you mean?" he asked. He looked hurt. Good.

"You know what I mean! You were never sorry for breaking my heart, never sorry

for laughing at me, never sorry for making fun of me. You were never sorry!" I

yelled.

He looked down, ashamed. I got up and sighed. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Esmeralda, wait. Let me explain," he pleaded. His eyes begging me to stay.

"Why should I?" I slanted my eyes.

He sighed and looked down at the ground, still keeping his grip on my arm. He

was silent for a few minutes before he finally spoke. "I was stupid, Esmeralda.

Okay? I thought Abbie was what I wanted. She tricked me, like she does with

every other guy at this school. I didn't even realize I had an amazing girl in front

of me. I'm a teenage boy, I do the stupidest things sometimes. I still love you,

Esmeralda. I need you in my life. I love you. . ." he whispered the last sentence.

Tears were spilling down his cheeks.

I didn't say a word, instead I pulled him into a hug. A long, meaningful hug.

After we pulled away from each other, I whispered, "I still love you, too."

His face lit up as if he we a kid in a candy store. He smiled his goofy grin, the grin

I missed so much. He pulled me into another hug, but he didn't let go this time.

He stroked my hair as he whispered,

"I promise to never hurt you ever again."