okay so I have tea about my situationship that happened about two months ago, today was his birthday and I remembered.
I just want someone to hear everything that happened cause I'm not over it. fair warning: this is going to sound like a Wattpad story, but i swear it's ridiculously real. no one is more confused or more annoyed about it than i am.
Okaaayy soo, for my senior year of high school, I transferred to the school where my mother worked. She ended up teaching three of my classes, and I used to sit near the back of the room with my new friends. A guy sat behind me who had a really bad reputation; he hardly ever showed up to class, had tons of absences, was older than the rest of us because he'd been held back a year, and was very lazy.
Sometimes he'd tease my friends and me; he and the group of guys sitting back there with him would crack jokes to try to make us laugh. You know how it is —you try to act nonchalant so they don't get a big head, but honestly, they actually end up being funny. I was the one he teased most but just because I was the one exactly in front of him.
It was an interesting situation: despite being a poor student, he got along really well with my mother and ended up messaging me constantly because he had questions about my mother classes exams and the other ones. He'd reach out whenever an exam was coming up, and he even joked that I should tell my mom he'd treat her to an iced coffee if she passed him in History (he worked at Burger King). He'd also ask how my exams were going and joke around with me in the chat; | never showed any romantic interest because I wasn't into him at the time, but | was always polite.
As final exams approached, I was really struggling with Latin and needed someone to tutor me. My mom suggested I call a classmate to help me out, but | was too embarrassed to do it. Since I didn't call anyone, she took matters into her own hands—and that's when I found out she'd called THIS GUY to tutor me (keep in mind, he wasn't good at Latin either and had been failing the class all year, so it made absolutely no sense). She told me she'd called him because, even though he was failing Latin too, she trusted that we could learn together and that he'd bring me good luck...??
And all of this happened the afternoon before the day of my exam.
So l ended up going to his house. (It should be clarified that I was very scared on the way there with my mother in the car and didn't agree with it.)
That was the afternoon I started to like him. Nothing unusual happened at his place, but it was a fun experience. We spent about five hours staring at the page, neither of us knowing how to translate the Latin text. We didn't get any actual studying done, but we ended up talking about our lives; he introduced me to his pets-two cats, a dog, and a huge fish tank-and even though there were a few awkward moments, we'd end up cracking up laughing. Honestly, that afternoon, it felt like we'd known each other forever. We ended up practicing just *one* Latin text—which didn't go very well—but we had a great time. I left his house happy, though admittedly worried about the exam the next day.
To make a long story short: the next day, at eight in the morning, the exam featured the exact text we'd practiced the afternoon before. It was absolutely crazy. He showed up late to the exam (naturally), but when we both saw which text had come up, we looked at each other and smiled. We both ended up passing.
Our next interaction was at the graduation party at the club. We kept looking at each other all night, though the difference was that he was drunk the whole time, while I hadn't drunk enough to get anywhere near tipsy. The next morning, we just exchanged a few smiles; I gave him a playful little shove-smiling slightly—as he said goodbye to my mother (his teacher) and me, clearly hungover.
A few days later, I found out that he'd hooked up with a bunch of girls that night while he was drunk.
I didn't get angry or anything, but we didn't speak again after that-partly because of my own cowardice and embarrassment, and well, I don't think he was actually interested in me.
Today, he posted a photo kissing his girlfriend on her birthday. It turns out he had gotten back together with his ex a few weeks ago.
So, that's the end of my story with this guy. It makes me sad that I got my hopes up a few times; sometimes I think it was all just a product of my own wishful thinking and that he never felt anything for me. Although, I also feel like guys sometimes get girls' hopes up without really thinking about it.
