Highschool reunion. The concept is fun, in my opinion, but in actuality…

It sucks ass.

But, here I am, sitting awkwardly with my former bullies and pretending to chat politely with them.

They look so different, although the looks they gave me were the same. Jealousy. Anger. Hate.

I’m able to hear the words they regret not saying- a curse thanks to my mother, who was a self proclaimed witch. I’ll be honest, I never believed her until our last conversation. She screamed at me some sort of curse in a different language, and… now I’m stuck like this.

‘I wish I told her I loved her.’ This is a common one for me to hear, and I’ve been hearing it a shit ton around me in this cramped room.

I hear my name suddenly, in the many ‘I wish’ statements.

‘I wish I told Chloe that I loved her.’

It’s a girls voice. Familiar, but I can’t quite place why it is.

How did someone have a crush on me? I was a mess in highschool.

I look up suddenly, feeling eyes burning into the side of my head.

My eyes lock with a girl from across the room, and I realize who it is.

It’s Jenna, easily the prettiest girl here. She was quite popular in highschool, too. Long, dark red hair tied up in a bun. Fair skin, dark brown eyes that you could get lost in.

She’s wearing a pretty loose floral dress, that’s a rich blue color.

She was also one my worst bullies. She made fun of me for being openly gay, made fun of how I flinched whenever someone came at me too fast.

A group of men surround her, trying to get a peek down her dress, or trying to get her attention.

But she stares at me.

Her eyes widen slightly as I look back at her, her face flushing ever so slightly.

She doesn’t look away.

Neither do I.

A sly smirk climbs across my lips, and i wink at her.

Her face flushes harder, and she quickly looks down.

I go back to pretending to be doing something on my phone.