Ever since high school, I’ve had to deal with a guy named Korie Sherman. When I met him, I was in love with him. Honestly. He was a basketball player for the varsity team. I don’t know why I did, but, I fell for him. Little did I know that he was gonna hurt me emotionally and break my heart.
The emotional pain started sophomore year. We were in English class together. I managed to fuck things up, well after I told him I would go to homecoming with him, but then I turned around and told him I wouldn’t go after all. He got mad. We kept arguing with each other after this. Especially since I had ceramics right after he did. Come junior year, and once again, we were put in English together again. But at least I got to go to homecoming with him this year, to make up for the disaster the previous year. It went well. Sort of. He ditched me for 20 minutes and barely danced with me at all. After homecoming, he kept berating me, calling me annoying and other nicknames. But I got payback when my mom brought cupcakes for my 17th birthday in my English class. She plucked the leg hair off of his leg. He wasn’t too happy about that. The rest of the year was fine, then came senior year. Oh how I remember senior year. Korie was, once again in my class. But this time he was in TWO of my classes, my CWA and my American Government class. I think fate wanted us to be together or something. But he wasn’t too happy that he ended up in my classes again.
The first semester of senior year went fine. Well except for the name calling, which was normal. Korie wouldn’t get out of my mind. By this time, he stole my heart and my mind. I couldn’t focus at all. But I managed to survive. Second semester, however was another story. I had my 18th birthday, and I was in therapy. Korie and I just ignored each other, well until I hit my 18th birthday. Once again, I brought cupcakes for my birthday. Remembering the year before, Korie avoided my mom. But my mom ended up embarrassing him anyways. After my birthday was prom. I was elected prom queen, and the prom king was drunk, so Korie had to dance with me. That was the only nice thing he’s ever done for me. After prom was graduation. We didn’t really talk much, well except over the internet, and we were still arguing.
Fast forward 2 years later. We’ve graduated high school over a year ago. I still can’t get over him. He hurt me emotionally. He broke my heart. We’re still arguing. I don’t know why he won’t talk to me. He hates me. And because of him, I’m in therapy.
So thanks Korie. You’ve given me 6 years of hell. And I hope you’re happy.