MY side of the story. Part 2

MY side of the story. Part 2

Now, where was I... oh yes, that first summer.

The summer came to an end as did SAT class and so it seemed Greg would drift off into the oblivion of my memory. Haha, over his dead body. A week or so after class had ended or toward the end of class-- please remember that I had no intention of making any lasting memories here, so I made no point to remember timing details-- Greg somehow sneakily got me to give him my AIM screen name because in high school everything revolves around AIM, ya know. So we chit chatted there and then he asked me to go to a movie, not just any movie mind you, but Pirates of the Caribbean. I had been wanting to see that very badly and so I jumped at the invitation not thinking of what would come of my acceptance.

Greg picked me up in his mom's suburban that night, I do remember that, since he was still truck-less. Classy. We went to the movie and sat directly behind two of my teachers and their wives out on a double date, I suppose. You know, one of those women died last Friday. Wasn't that a lovely tangent? Anyway... about half way through the movie, Greg started texting me, making cute little comments about how I looked nice, etc. I knew what was coming and desperately wishing I had waited to see the movie with my gal pals in the following weeks. And then the text I dreaded most arrived; "Will you be my girlfriend?" it read. I texted back that we'd talk after the movie because I just wanted to watch this awesome movie! Poor thing. I could feel his bubble burst there beside me.

After the movie he was a gentleman and took me straight home but on the way I told him as gently as I could that I wasn't wanting to date anyone at the moment, with a heavy emphasis on ANYONE. Maybe that's why he kept coming back; since I wasn't with anyone there was still hope in his mind. Little did I know that that night was the first of MANY MANY rejections that I would have to dish out to Greg, the beginning of a sad sad cycle. 

After that we remained casual buddies for several months. I invited him to my seventeenth birthday party. I invited him over when I had other guy friends over. (Little did I know that most of those guys were actually each competing for my attentions. Poor things. I put them through Hades-- inviting them all over at once, forcing them to be cordial with their competition. Looking back with all the testosterone running through that room I wonder how a brawl didn't erupt at my feet.)

Things probably began to change between Greg and I over Christmas break that year. Things changed between myself and everyone about that time. I don't think I've looked at the world the same since then. I felt like the sun shone brighter than ever when in reality a funeral shroud obscured the light from my eyes and I'm not so sure I have even yet managed to rip it from my face entirely. In almost every scholarship application I've ever written at some point they ask the applicant to discuss a turning point in their life. I speak now of mine and I as a rule I don't discuss it in length to anyone, until... tomorrow perhaps?