Whirlwind Highschool Romance
Running. It's all she'd ever been good at. Running for sport, running for fun, and most importantly, running from her problems. She was a coward, and terrified to admit it, because if she did, it would be true and that was too hard to face. So, she would run and deny and build walls and hide from everything that scared her; but she would also create a mask of the worlds most confident girl. It was just easier that way. She wasn't ashamed that way.
He gave his love so freely, so carelessly, it felt fake. He loved without question, without hesitating, and that scared her. But she didn't want to run. Ironically, running from him scared her. But every time he say those three damn words, the seed of doubt in her heart would grow larger, and soon it got to be too big to ignore. Three months passed, of him loving her, and her trying to love him in return; the whole while she questioned if love truely existed.
Three long months of her doubt, until she let him go. Three months of trying to love him, trying to be normal. But after a time of feeling nothing, she wondered if she was broken; if she couldn't love like a human. The girl let him go. He would find someone else, someone who deserved him, she told herself over and over again. To her, she was doing him a favor, even if it hurt at the time.
It didn't take long for the regret to hit. Winter break ended and school resumed, and she had to see him, every day, five days a week. Her chest ached when she did see him, and it cracked a bit more when he ignored her in the halls. High schoolers were good at that, ignoring their own problems. January dragged by, and she wasted a month cradleling her broken heart. she tried to be his friend, but it seemed he wanted nothing to do with her; it was fair to her.
February hit and it changed. The month of love, the month of pink, the month of the lonliest holiday and things started changing. In the dark backseat of a car, he slipped his hand into hers without a word; she couldn't forget the way it made her heart pound. Each beat reminded her of how she couldn't get over him. The day after that fateful night, he acted like nothing ever happened. They were never good at this whole 'talking' and 'communication' thing. She vowed to be better.
One word conversations slowly turned into late night phone calls then into sneaking out to the park to see each other at night with the girl looking over her shoulder, just waiting for her angry parents to drag her back home. They never showed up. By the time March rolled up, she forgot why she ever broke up with him... but she couldn't figure out why they still weren't back together.
Spring flew by and they spent every moment they could together. They walked around the park, watched movies at each others homes, trained and ran together during track; just as friends. The boy's proudest moment was when he fended off a creep and the girl looked at him like he was Superman. Spring warmed up and Summer was quickly approaching. Both of them were eager for Summer and the long days they would be able to spend together until She left again, for a stupid summer job up north.
Two small town friends, with a boiling romance between them that they denied. The good could only last for so long. Just as school got out, they started argueing and said things they didn't mean. June went by and they didn't speak. Once July hit, the girl left without a word to him... But he was waiting for her when August came...
And the cycle repeats.