Jon Again

I told you he would be back. Jon and I first connected at a school dance, the Homecoming Dance I believe. We had danced the whole night long. It was a wonderful night and was the start of what I thought would become something incredible.

Flash back to March of Freshman year, and the Sadie Hopkins dance was coming around. Naturally, this meant that I would get to ask someone to go to the dance with. I never got over Jon, even by now we had been broken up for about five months. Somewhere in my head I got the notion that if we went to the dance together we could reconnect and be together once again. One day after school we were waiting for his ride to pick up him and his older sister. Somehow we got to wrestling in the middle of the grass in the back of the school. At some point I rolled on top of him and as I gazed into his eyes, I melted and got the chance to ask. "Will you go to the dance with me next week?" "Yea, I'll go."

I tried to act cool, but I was screaming with joy on the inside.

Flash forward to the week of the dance. I found Jon in the library (he had managed to dodge me a lot lately). "Hey Jon, so I was thinking we could meet up in the front around 7." "Meet up for what?" "The dance on Friday! Remember you said we could go together." "O yea, well, I misunderstood what you were asking and I can't go to the dance."

I was stupefied. I was hurt. I was angry. I wanted to shout at him right there in the library, "What are you stupid?!" I didn't, I recoiled into my shell and slumped away from him, defeated. I went anyways, only because I had already got the tickets and my mom didn't know any of this was going on. I saw him there, with some other red headed girl, dancing away. I spent the rest of the night outside crying until I was picked up by Mom. I didn't speak to Jon the rest of the year.