It's The End of Casey As We Know It

As junior year was winding down and my feelings for Casey remained strong, he was in a very solid relationship with a very beautiful, very talented and highly dumb girl. I hated asking how their relationship was. I hated hearing how happy he was. And I especially hated knowing anything too personal about them being together.

I didn’t hate because I was jealous though. (But don’t be fooled, I was jealous.) I hated because Jerry was using my beloved Casey. He was simply a rebound, an insignificant detail that would one day be wiped out of her mind. In the distant future he would affectionately be referred to as, “Oh that boy.” (This part I doubt has happened yet, but it will soon…I am sure of it.) Jerry was also dating Casey because she consciously or unconsciously liked his best friend.

When Casey frequently asked if I liked her, I would squint and never give a straight answer. Often time saying “I don’t know,” or “I guess.” Either way, it was clear I did not have strong positive feelings for her.

As another glorious, hot summer approached, school winded down, and by the beginning of June, Casey and Jerry entered into Splitsville. As soon as facebook alerted me to the extremely exciting news, I took on the role of caring friend and texted Casey my fake condolences.

It was about this time, that both mine and Casey’s true colors shined like the summer morning that he and Jerry broke up on. Adding onto my award winning qualities is Miss. Always-Right. I wear this tiara proudly, even though I should stuff it in my closet where I will never find it again…

After I alluded to the phrase that goes something like, “I told you so,” he did not so sweetly or kindly drop the F-bomb followed closely with a “you.” This was the text message that ended our friendship. Senior year went by with only one conversation admitting we were wrong, but neither of us actually believed in our apologies. Our hug was as fake as Angelina Jolie’s lips look.

So instead of continuing on with my quest for Casey, I have now taken up a new game called “Hide and Duck before Casey sees me in the grocery store where he works and I shop.” (Four years later, I am still a pro at this game.) And I continued, meekly, on the search for my NJB.