Three Day Girlfriend

He was off shooting a basketball in the gym by himself during recess, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of girls walking his way. Standing there, he paused as they confronted him.

In the distance he could see the girl he had a crush sitting on the stage waiting for them to return with new.

“You know she likes you, right?” one of the friends said with her arms folded.

He shrugged it off, thinking to himself that there was no way. He had no shot. She was in eighth grade. Why would she be interested in the some 7th grader.

“We’re being serious!” said another.

“You’re just messing with my head..”

Looking at each other and back at him they rolled their eyes.

“She told us that if you were to ask her out, she’d say yes.”

“But isn’t she dating Nick?”

Laughing, they told him that that had ended a while ago. And that she was really into him.

With a huge ego boost, he puffed his chest out, and walked over to where she was sitting and began talking with her. She looked at him, and he smiled back. He mustered up the courage to finally ask. Nodding her head yes, he had finally done it. He landed his “dream girl”.

Walking back to the foul line on the far side of the gym, he took up his free throw shots.

***Three days later***

“I’m sorry, but this just isn’t working out. She wants to break up with you….”

Even though they barely talked throughout those three days, this was a gut punch. He knew it was over from the time it began, but what hurt the most was that she couldn’t even face him. She made one of her friends do it.

“Okay…. okay….” he said as he backed away. He knew what was up. She still had feelings for Nick.

“Guess I’ll go back to Stephanie…”

And he did.

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