It had been two weeks and one day. Two weeks and one day since I broke things off with Cole. Two weeks since he started things with Hannah. I was broken up about it inside, but I was able to hide my emotions pretty well. People knew I was angry. No one knew how much I really had liked Cole Davis. Whenever the topic was brought up I'd say a couple bitter words then laugh it off saying how stupid it was cos they had never even met.
There was something I couldn't hide my feelings from.. It had only been two weeks and one day, but already my arm was filled with scratches, scratches that began getting deeper and deeper. The first time I saw him after the break up he acted like nothing had changed. To me it had. I forced myself to get angry, to be bitter. I wouldn't let him I know I was hurt. This was the start of our play-hate relationship. We'd insult each other. Make faces. Send glares. And if he really pissed me off, I'd kick him.
It was March 13th, I was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a gray spaghetti strapped shirt which brought out my eyes and chest. I dressed that way to impress Cole, instead I caught someone else's eye..Nathan Roshaven. We flirted quite merciless, in front of Cole. He was against us. I overheard him trying to talk Nathan out of liking me. "You can't hurt her..you're moving soon."
Yeah, the Roshavens were moving to Alabama as soon as someone bought their house. That didn't bother me. I was strangely okay with it. Maybe I was just desperate for a rebound, or maybe I really was into Nathan. He was tall, slim with a six pack (he took his shirt off once..don't ask me why cos I don't know), tan skin, golden brown eyes, shaggy brown hair that fell past his ears, a hilarious sense of humor and a skater sort of clothing style.
We were on and off from the beginning of March to the end of April. He broke up with me five times. My friends thought I was insane for always going back out with him.. The truth is I would've gone out with him a last time if he had asked. He was my first "official" boyfriend. The farthest we made it was when we WEREN'T dating, he grabbed my hand and let go. He sat in my lap. And asked for four hugs in one night. We had talked about kissing, but never made it that far. Before he left he ened up dating Hannah Lutz (my new best friend at the time).
You're probably thinking.. What the hell is up with these Hannahs?? Trust me..I was too xD Hannah L. was back and forth between Nathan and Nick (Nathan's best friend). Nathan moved away in early June. Hannah L. was now dating Nick. Cole and Hannah C. almost made it six months..Cole dumped her after meeting some girls at his church week retreat. Nick broke up with Hannah L. after three months. He had no reason..he was just being a jackass.
In October me and Cole got back together. We flirted around for three weeks and went out for one. He broke up with me for our religious differences.. I'm Presbyterrian and he's Baptist. There's not too much of a difference there. I wasn't hurt as I was with our first breakup. I laughed and called him a fag. He had to have Gabe (his new best friend) in the room basically holding his hand. Cole was the one upset this time. He walked around the rest of the night with his head down. Worst part ever, he was giving me a ride home.
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