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"We never dated."

Is what he wished he never said to you. You were his girl. Well, he never officially asked you out. Just you both hit it off and acted like you guys were a thing. He shouldn't had embarrassed you and himself infront of the school like that.

That cheerleader was a nobody. The seventeen year old boy didn't know why he done that to himself. He had no remorse for it. Maybe a hint of guilt. Neve in his life he let guilt eat him up like it has now. Just he knew he screwed things up between you. He wanted you back.

For the past three weeks you ignored him. The first week he thought that you would get over. When the second week had passed, he realize that it was serious. Just he gave you space by that time. It's been three weeks now. If he doesn't do something. They both will be strangers to eachother.

The highschool athlete didn't know what to do for a girl who didn't want him for his reputation or money. He had to think about it long and hair. When his finale decison made up.

He waited until the weekends. Knocking at your front door of your parents house. Waiting for someone to opened the door for him. First time in a long time he felt awkward. He tried to look his best. Spray cologne to try to make the cigerette smell. Everything.