Revenge pt 4 – The Hail Mary_(0)
The following Friday she came to the house just after 7 pm, way earlier than usual. I still hadn’t told her anything about what I was feeling for her, how I caught myself thinking about her eyes, or her laugh, and smiling to myself. Or how much I enjoyed and anticipated our conversations. Or how passing her in the halls at school and seeing her smile at me now usually gave me a pleasing little jolt of adrenaline, rather than the shudder of fear and disgust I used to feel. But I also didn’t tell her about the darker side of my feelings. I didn’t tell her that the memories of how she treated me were still bright and vivid in my mind. That when I wasn’t mooning over her like the teen-aged idiot that …