School ended on a low note, at least for Casey. The eighteen-year-old student expected to find a happy ending, but he never discovered it on campus. As soon as she said the wrong words, it hit him hard like a bolt of lightning. The positivity disappeared even as the final bell rang for the day. Everyone left the school, and very few students stayed behind for various reasons. As for Casey, however, he didn't feel like going home at a time like this.
He had fallen in love with Charlene for the past few weeks. The two of them had the chance to know each other. They would have been inseparable. But then, she said to him that she had found a boyfriend. He was absolutely shocked. He had to confess to her that he loved her and wanted the two of them to be more than friends. Their discussion didn't end well.
And now, Casey was sitting alone on a bench in the middle of campus. Everything had grown quiet, with nothing but the breeze causing the trees and their leaves to move in a very faint manner. He had been the only human soul to stay behind after the frenetic departure of teachers and teenagers anticipating yet another exciting weekend in the middle of spring. The campus had grown empty. Casey wiped away the tears that slid down his face. The state of being heartbroken had to have been the worst feeling ever produced by humankind. Not only did he wish that Charlene never said that she had found someone other than him, but he truly wished that she didn't give the reason why.
He began to examine himself. He knew exactly why boys his age teased him and pushed him around. He didn't act like any of them. He had fully embraced his more feminine side by never acting tough and invulnerable. He took on the appearance of a short and slender pop star with certain sensitivities. And perhaps that was why Charlene never saw him as a potential boyfriend. He looked and acted too much like the exact opposite of her expectations. But the name of her boyfriend completed the insult to injury. As soon as she mentioned the school's most popular football player, Casey just wanted to run away. He wanted to leave Southern California and flee all the way to the East Coast, away from Charlene.
But instead, he decided to stay in the city of Monrovia for now. But he didn't want to leave school just yet. He didn't want to show his parents that he was suffering. And at the moment, his eyes couldn't stop being watery amidst the inner turmoil. The pain had become unbearable. He only hoped that he would regain his happiness by the end of the day. He looked to the left to see the distant foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. The beautiful view, coupled with the cloudless sky, did calm him down for a while.
But then, he heard a familiar voice from the right.
"You're still here?"
Casey quickly turned to see a face that he didn't want to see. Eighteen-year-old Nathaniel stood just a few feet away. He had been one of the students who pushed him around in the tenth and eleventh grade. This year, however, Nathaniel hardly ever bothered him again. Their evasion in the twelve grade seemed like a miracle in Casey's perspective.
Nevertheless, Casey looked away. "I don't think this is a good time for you to be here."
Nathaniel asked, "Why the cold shoulder? It's not like I'm here to give you a hard time. Remember the good memories?"
Casey ignored his little joke. "I just want to be left alone. I had a bad day today."
Nathaniel took off his backpack and took a seat beside him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Casey looked at him again. Nathaniel was indeed a tall and handsome young man. Casey detested him, at first. But seeing as how Nathaniel ignored him since the start of the new school year, Casey had grown to tolerate his presence on campus. And upon closer inspection, Nathaniel had the proper qualities that Charlene yearned for: a robust exterior, a charming personality, and a clear confidence that everyone else would have wanted.
Casey brushed away a few strands of brown hair from his face. "Let's just say that a girl broke my heart today."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
Casey began to feel a little more comfortable to discuss this issue. "I told her the truth. I told her that I loved her. But she didn't love me back. She found someone else."
"Why didn't she feel the same way?"
Casey sighed. "She told me that I'm too sensitive. I'm too much like a wuss. Her boyfriend is someone that can always protect her in times of danger, and I'm not that type of guy."
Nathaniel looked amused. "Reality can be full of shit sometimes."
This discussion felt so surreal to Casey. Nathaniel wouldn't be the type to have a casual conversation with one of his prey. But his maturity surely showed clear signals.
He said with a smile. "You don't deserve that kind of treatment. You've already gone through so much. I remember. I used to tease you and laugh at you for the exact same reason."
"Now I'm wondering why you stopped."
Nathaniel chuckled. "Let's just say that I'm not that kind of guy anymore. You deserve a break."
Casey gave a little smile. "Thanks...I think."
He gazed at Nathaniel's smile. Just the sight of a positive attitude made Casey feel less tortured from within. He no longer felt the urge to shed more tears.
Nathaniel slowly eyed him from top to bottom. "Besides, you should just let her go. She doesn't deserve an adorable boy like you."
Casey was almost shocked to hear those words from him. "Thank you."
Nathaniel slowly drew closer toward him. "It hurts to see you like this. Being rejected by the girl you love...you shouldn't suffer like this."
Casey couldn't look away. Nathaniel's soothing voice, enigmatic eyes, and overall charismatic personality started to make him feel weak.
Nathaniel added, "You should be happy. I don't like it when you're sad."
Casey shivered. Sorrow was now replaced with a certain anxiety when confronted by his former predator.
Nathaniel didn't stop smiling. "I like you, Casey. I care about you a whole lot. I don't want you to be unhappy."
He whispered, "I'll ease your pain."
Casey didn't know what to say. Nathaniel had ever looked at him this way. In fact, he had never made any advances to anyone of the same sex.
Casey stood up from the bench. "I'm going home."