The Beginning

Not really a chapter, more of a prologue.

We met in the sixth grade. To me, he was just that guy that I knew enough about to laugh at him behind his back with my friends. It was always laughing behind his back, not to his face, because I’ve never actually talked to him. Plus, I was never strong enough to laugh at him to his face. He was just there. You know how in those stereotype schools you see on TV there’s this one really hot and popular guy who has this random best friend that’s really unattractive and no one really likes him? Well that was him, minus being best friends of the hottest guy in school.

          Anyways, all through middle school I talked to him maybe twice; except for in the eigth grade, when one of my friends decided to date him. Two days later, she got me to dump him for her because she couldn’t deal with being laughed at by the whole school for agreeing to go out with him in the first place. So when high school came, I had no idea what fate had in store for me and him…