The Time A Rebound Bounced Me

another chapter from my boy chronicles

Hi, you! If you're reading this fresh off the press, why are you up? Sleep. It's a public holiday.

Anyway, it has been a minute since I sent you a letter, but today I decided to send one so you'll know I'm alive. I was going to send something sentimental but I told myself, "come off it joor." So, no emotional letter today. Let's do a chapter from my life for kicks and gigs, shall we?

If you've been here since April or before, you'll remember I said I've seen things in boys' hands. Today, I'm recounting another encounter secondary school me had with a boy. Let me start by saying omooooo.

Okay, let's get into it.

I have previously alluded to having a serious relationship that lasted from Jss 3 to Sss1. After the massive break up (which I'll probably share one day), and the crush that crushed me, I swore off boys. I was going to finish secondary school a nun. But life said no. I had to finish with a bang.

I had this friend who was a mutual friend of my "ex." We were not that tight but after my boyfriend and I broke up and he left my school, this friend started getting cozy with me. Coincidence, you think? I think not. He became my emotional support animal, comforting me every time I wept about my heartbreak. In fact, he was the one that told me that my boyfriend had cheated on me. So of course, I could trust him. We were just friends but lines started blurring and then we were not not in a relationship.

Honestly, I didn't like him like that. He was cute and all but he wasn't my boy. He could never be. Nobody could ever be. That's exactly how I felt. But I guess I could just have this friend on the side as a rebound or whatever. So, I played along with it. He was in arts class while I was in science. Our class buildings were worlds apart and I mean a distance but guess what? I would go all the way to see him. We would sit at his locker holding hands and talking. Cute. Bonus point, the short boy gave the best hugs. (He was a bit taller than me but he was short still duh.)

(Side bar: The holiday before this term, he came to my house and when he was about leaving, we hugged. My mum saw us from her upstairs window and called me to advise me. The best hugs put me inside wahala, but that's by the way. )

This boy and I went on like this all through Sss 2 first term until shit hit the fan. After exams, he started becoming distant. This was after exams for God's sake. That's when couples get closer and spent more time together. But no, bro started acting weird. I would come to talk to him and he would claim that he was busy. Strange, but okay. When it became a daily occurrence, I decided to confront him about it.

That night was movie night. I wasn't in the hall when the movie began but I went in at some point to look for him. There he was watching the movie with his new "friend." I had heard rumours but I pushed them off. After all, we weren't in a relationship. It was okay for him to have other female friends.

A secure queen!!!

I saw them together and didn't care. I asked the girl to excuse me so I could talk to him. She obliged. Of course, she did. She had no ill intentions. (We are good friends now, she and I.)

I sat there for a good minute before he acknowledged my presence. Ouch, but let's run it na. I said hi. He said hi back with attitude. I asked him why he was acting weird all of a sudden. He said it was nothing. I told him if he didn't want to be friends again, he should say so. So he said so. To add insult to injury, he had this conversation with me facing the screen. He didn't even look at me.

Wow!!! Me that didn't even like you like that, you're doing me shakara. No wam! As any self-respecting girl would, I said "cool" and left with my remaining shards of pride. Then I walked straight to the hostel, to my bed up bunk and cried. In the dark. Thankfully, nobody was in the hostel.

I don't really know why I cried. This was not a serious thing. I didn't like him like that. Maybe it was all the hits I had taken that year. In one year, I had ended things with the supposed love of my life and father of my unborn kids, my longtime crush had crushed me and now, a rebound had rejected me. Man, it was too much. Maybe that's why I cried.

I was so sure I was never going to love again. And honestly, I kept to my word from that time till I graduated secondary school where I would start something with another rubbish boy. Story for another day. But bro, adolescent Delight has boy stories for days. If I keep chronicling it for you, I'll probably write up to ten stories if not more. I'm sure there are some in there I have buried because they are too shameful to retell.

How did the story with this boy end? He texted me during the Christmas holiday with a lame explanation for his behaviour but I wasn't having it. Luckily for me, he also left my school. Notice a pattern? They all leave. Honestly, I think God just did it for me so I wouldn't live perpetually on the edge and for proper healing. Except my longtime crush who graduated with me and is still my guy. Thank God for growth and healing and all of that.

Anyhoo, that's my story for today.

Until next time, beautiful one.

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Song rec.:

Jon Keith’s new album has suffered in my hands. I know the order the songs go in already. Great album.