“Snr David,” I stopped to look at who was calling behind me. I could recognize her, Mary, an SS2 student who carries herself with so much grace.
She was given the duty of an acting senior prefect.The sun blazed on 4th October 2008; I was in SS3 then.A gentle and quiet guy who keeps to himself, but ladies decided to flock around me like flies.
I wished I was a bad guy and I could have broken many hearts.You can tell I was a handsome guy, with tan, black skin, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline.
I stopped to give her an audience on whatever she had to say.
“Where are you heading to?”“I want to get something at the canteen, I said to her, still curious as to why she must have stopped me.
“I am going that way too.”
“Okay then.” We walked down to the canteen, got whatever we wanted, and came back to the school block.
Ruben Model Secondary School was a mixed day school.As we walked, I peered my eyes at her; she seemed nervous, like she had something in mind to say.
I was patiently waiting for her to say whatever she had in mind, but she didn't.A few times she seemed to show up to me again and again, and I was already getting frustrated being around her.
I still don't know what she wants. On a cool afternoon, she had come to my class requesting to see me. I stood up, and we went to the hallway where there were a few students to talk.
“Snr David,” she began.“I think I like you,” she finally said what was on her chest.
I remained silent, not like I didn't like her, but then I was eyeing another of her classmates, and seeing Mary around me could pass the message.
I didn't want to hurt her feelings, nor did I show her I was interested in her.
I left her hanging and told her I was going to think about it. She nodded and left.
Mary never fails to escort me to the canteen whenever it's break time and even waits for both of us to go home together, giving me no room to talk to my actual crush, who never looked my way.On the 13th of February, I received a call from her.
“Snr David, tomorrow is Valentine,” her voice rang out through the phone.“Yes,” I replied, and then came the long silence. This one she is reminding me that tomorrow is Valentine's; hope she isn't expecting any gift from me.
We talked about other things before the phone went dead.The next day was Friday, so I had dressed to go to school with a gift.
I was ginning with excitement just like every other student. By break time Mary was already in my class. Immediately I took notice of her when I came to the corridor.
“Snr David, can we talk?” “Ok, let's go to the library.” We both went to the library, where there were the least students, and since the theme of love was in the air, students wouldn't think of reading at this time.We both settled in on one of the chairs in the inner part of the library.
“Happy Valentine” Mary said with a wide smile on her face. We both stayed in silence; probably she was waiting for a gift or something before she finally asked.
“Do you have a gift for me?” I lowered my gaze on the floor and shook my head.“No,” there was a glint of disappointment on her face before she covered it up with a broad smile.
“But I have something for you.” She placed a wrapped gift on the table.My jaw dropped.
Why will she get a gift for me? I pounded. There was no sign of us being in a relationship; instead, I hated her clinginess.I felt guilty for a moment taking this gift; it will make me feel even worse instead of rejecting her gift.
I don't want to feel like I owe her something.She angrily left, and that was the end of it. Mary stopped coming to my class; she stopped following me to the canteen, and she stopped bugging me completely.
Even when we pass each other, she won't even look my way.I felt bad she had felt that way, but there was no need to give her hope that we might be in a relationship. I didn't want to exploit her, though I knew she was naive and might like me because of my good looks.
Unrequited love always causes pain, but giving hope is even more painful. The guy did the right thing, when we don't feel attraction it's hard for a relationship to work.
Thanks for sharing.
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