Expectations

Chapter 2: What Happened?

This can't be happening to me, I must be still dreaming, no not a dream this is a nightmare. I know I already said I hate him and don't get me wrong, I do, but I didn't always hate him. The bad boy I'm currently paired up with was once my very best friend.

It all started in 1st grade:

I was getting ready for my very first day of what I once thought of a big kid school. "Mommy!" I yelled for my mom. She came booming in as if I was in some kind of danger, "What's wrong baby?" "Do I look OK?" "Oh, sweetheart don't scare me like that," my mom sounding relieved that nothing happened to her little angel, "and of course you look beautiful." "Thanks, mommy," smiling feeling accomplished since it was the first time she let me pick out what to wear.

As I bounded down the stairs I smelled the most delicious smell. It was my amazing dad making his famous pancakes. As I made it the kitchen skipping as I did I said good morning to him, "Good Morning daddy!" "Good Morning my princess, why are so happy today?" he said while kissing my forehead like he did every morning. "I'm going to my first day of big kid school." "That's great princess, you know school is important." "Yes, daddy." "That's my girl," he smiled that big smile he always wore.

After breakfast, my parents drove me to school, I was so nervous my head swam with questions What if they don't like me? What if I don't make any friends? What if I sit next to a boy? As the car came to stop in front of the massive school, I started to cry.

"What's wrong princess?" my dad looked back with a worried face. "I don't want to go I want to go home." "Princess I thought you wanted to go to school, you were excited to go." "I can't daddy what if they don't like me?" "Oh my princess why won't they like you, you are an incredible little girl." "You promise they'll like me." "I promise." He gave me a reassuring smile that gave the courage to open the car door and say goodbye to my parents. "Bye mommy bye daddy." "By Rose, " "See you later princess," they both said as they drove away.

As I entered my class I realized I was a little late to pick a seat so the only seat left was next to a boy. Ewwww. As I sat down the boy turned and said, "Ewww, you can't sit with me, you're a girl." "I don't even want to, you meany," I was so mad I started crying, it was and still is the thing I do when I get angry. When the boy noticed how upset I was his faced turned from a frown to one of sympathy,"Oh, don't cry, I didn't mean it you can sit next to me." He pulled the colorful chair out for me. "Fine, but you're still a meany."

The class started then, my teacher Mrs. Guerrerro had us introduce ourselves to our sitting partner since where we were seated was going to be our seated for the rest of the year.

The boy started first, "Hey, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm not a meany. Let's start over. My name is Wesley." "My name is Rose," I said shyly, still not OK with sitting with a boy. "Does that mean we're friends?" "No" "What?!? I'll let you use my colors." "Really?" "Yeah." "Ok," smiling so big since I loved to color and he had the 64 pack that I have begged my parents to buy me. "We're friends now! Yay!" he was also smiling.

When it was lunch I was swinging on the monkey bars when I felt my foot being pulled so I ended up falling on my ankle. "Owww!" I started to cry, that is when I realized that I was surrounded by a group of boys "Aww is the little baby crying." "Hey, leave her alone!" I look up to see through the little space between the boys Wesley running to save me.

"Are you OK Rose?" I shook my head as tears continued to stream down my face. "What did you do to her?" he screamed at the boys fuming "Nothing," the main one said looking scared "Liar," I said in a small voice. Wesley seemed to have heard me so he pushed the boys down and helped me up. As he helped me walk to the teacher, he looked back and said "Don't ever hurt her again."

From that day on we were best friends, emphasis on the were. He was my protector from the bullies, a shoulder to cry on, my sun whenever I was cold, he was in all my best friend. He had once promised me in the good ol' days that he would never hurt me. But everything changed in 8th grade. I never got an explanation as to why he ignored me and just disregarded my feelings. When 9th grade rolled around I have not heard of him once. When I entered the new campus I was surprised to see him so changed. In truth he became the person that hurt me more.

The boy that was once my savior is now nothing to me. I don't need him, do I?