The Last Beat

Our eyes met when we were only 14. We were in the 8th grade and it was love at first sight. Well at least for me... When I realized who he was I panicked. He was that one kid from school. He was the jock that all the girls dreamed of walking down the hall holding his hand... But that was never going to happen. I remember meeting him a few years back, he bumped into me in the hallway walking with his girlfriend. He knocked the books out of my hand and walked away laughing. He was one of those kids. Anyways even though I now knew who it was I still was madly in love. Later that night I went outside and was sitting on my trampoline he lives right down the street and he stopped at my fence and started to talk to me. It was a 15-minute conversation. We talked about how he broke up with the girl he was with, and how he got kicked off the football team because his grades were bad. I was one of the smart kids in my class and being me I offered to help him so he could play again. And that was the worst mistake of my life. After our conversation, I went back to the house. We ate dinner and cleaned up. After dinner, my mom asked me to clean up and get the mail and take the trash out. After I took the trash out I was looking through the mail, And there was something for me! I put it in my pocket because my mom was super weird, and she does not like me getting mail. So I threw the rest of the mail on the kitchen table and ran up to my room. My mom stopped me and asked where I put the mail and I said on the kitchen table. I went up and sat at my desk reading the letter, "We would like you to be apart of a reality TV show." There were so many thoughts going through my mind. And of course, I checked the little box that said "yes I would love to be apart of this opportunity" I did not show my mom. But in fine print, "YOU MUST BRING YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER". Shoot. I'm single. Then an idea came to mind. What if I paid Tyler to be my "significant other". Tyler was the ex-football player. So anyway the next morning I saw him at school and asked him to talk. I knew what was going through his mind. I explained the situation and he was like "Hell yea". My heart was skipping!!! So we started recording in 2 weeks so we had two weeks to convince everyone we were a thing. So we walked to school together and everyone believed it for some reason. So one week and 6 days passed. We started recording the next day. We had to act like we were madly in love but in reality, He did not like me in that way. So we started recording the next few weeks and all of a sudden we ask me to dinner in real life. Not just for the show, he wanted to go out with me. I was in shock. So we went to get Mexican food and we walked there and it started raining on the way back home...So he gave me his leather jacket and held my hand. We got home and he walked me up to my room and made sure I was okay. He was super sweet and kind, I just met him on the wrong day. He explained what was going on before we met in the hallway with him and his girlfriend. I felt bad for him. So the next few weeks were pretty normal, we filmed, went to the movies, and way too much junk food and stayed up all night on face-time. We loved each other so I thought. 5 weeks after we started dating I found out he was cheating on me with some girl on the cheer team. I did not say anything because I did not want what we had to end. A few days later some kid on my street came by and was like you might want to run down there and see what is going on. Turns out his dad was drunk and was hitting him and kicked him out of the house. So I said he can come to stay with me. He did for a few weeks and I came home from the store, and that girl was there. I walked up to his room, and the girl and he were up there making out. And the next thing that came out of my mouth shocked the both of us "Get the hell out now". He ran out of the house and got in the car and drove off. The next thing I know I get a call from the hospital, He got in a car accident. He was in the ICU. There was little chance he was going to make it. He was not even breathing on his own. And then I realized. It was all my fault he is going to most likely die. The next day I was asked to do an interview about what happened. I could not do it. It brought me to tears anytime I had to think about him. Later that day I went to see him and he was doing better than he was. He was able to breathe on his own, and he was awake, I walked over there and started crying, He held my hand and said that he loved me and that when we was making out with the girl, that he never wanted that to happen, and she wanted to be with him because it would make her popular. And within 5 seconds his heart stopped and there were so many different nurses and doctors trying to get him to breathe and then they called the time of death "Time of death 7:59 pm". And that was the end there was no more boyfriend, no more TV show, no more being popular, no more football games, it was all over. My life was over.