Forgive and Forget

Macy (present time):

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After unpacking all our boxes and moving into our new house, I couldn’t distract myself any longer. Tomorrow I would go to school. Tomorrow I would see Harold again. I wondered if he got new glasses, or if maybe he still wore those stuffy button up shirts he had always loved. I knew that I looked pretty much the same as I had when I left, besides that fact that I was three years older and had much more confidence than I used to. After I got ready for bed, I desperately tried to fall asleep but found myself staring at the ceiling and thinking about what the next day had in store for me.

When my shrill alarm clock woke me up far too early for my liking, I forced myself to get out of bed and get ready for the first day of school. I picked out a cute summery dress and paired it with my brown sandals. I spent a little extra time in the mirror, curling my blonde hair into loose waves and putting on some natural looking makeup. Feeling pleased with my appearance, I made myself a smoothie downstairs and hopped in the car, not wanting to be late.

As soon as I pulled up and started walking towards the building, I started to scan my surroundings and noticed that I recognized some of my old classmates. It was evident by the way they were watching me that no one remembered me. My eye was drawn to a group of dangerous looking boys leaning against the fence on the edge of the school. One of them, a tall boy with messy brown hair, was staring shamelessly at the girls who walked past. I scoffed in disgust. The asshole was probably hung over, judging by the dark sunglasses that hid most of his face. I had to admit that Mr. Douche Bag was pretty attractive. His wild curly hair complimented his confident smirk, and his shirt was unbuttoned enough to show the two birds tattooed on his toned chest. I turned my head so that no one could catch me staring at him, and made my way inside to get my schedule from the office.

My first few classes went by without any drama, but I had yet to see Harold. I decided to be brave and find him at lunch time, just so I could let him know that I was back in town again. After the bell rang signifying the end of my English class, I rushed out of the room towards the cafeteria. I was so focused on finding my friend that when I turned the next corner, I ran straight into someone tall and muscular, causing me to spill my purse and all its contents on to the floor.

I sighed and bent over to pick up my things when I heard a low chuckle. “I like this view of you,” a raspy voice said with a strong British accent. “Maybe I should bump into you more often,” the voice said seductively. I glanced up to see the attractive douche bag from this morning leaning casually against a wall. Ugh. I should have known.

As soon as I had picked up my purse, I spun on my heel, not even bothering to look at his face. “Oh come on, baby, don’t be like that,” he called after me while his friends whistled in my direction. I stopped in my tracks, anger slowly rising in me.

“I’m not your baby,” I said with gritted teeth before I turned around again. “And I’m just looking for a friend,” I said exasperatedly while striding across the hallway to stare this jerk down. The douche bag lifted his head and I stared into his eyes.

His green eyes.

The familiar green eyes that had haunted my dreams for three years. My jaw dropped as recognition settled over me.


I had found my Harold.

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