When the boyfriend and I first started dating the first time around, it was the start of senior year. We saw eachother every day, litterally. We shared Lunch and studyhall together, which in the first week of school starting meant nothing. The first day of school was the worst day of my life, I got stuck with a teacher who I had butted heads with in the past, a class that I really wanted to take was taken off the curiculem last minute so instead without discussion I was thrown in a two period class of fashion merchandising and sewing. I'm an artist by nature, anything I can do where my hands can be used and my creativity can take over I'm in love with. But this class was full of the senior and junior class blonde airheads and stuckup bitches, I wasn't happy. So that being my first two periods that started off my senior year, I then traveled to the other side of the building to be met with a person who lets just say is not my biggest fan. This person was one of the deans who decided what kind of trouble you would be in when you got written up. Lets just say I had to meet with him a few times, and he was my now my english teacher. But senior year was beginning to look like a year of torture, not the greatest time of your life. When the 52 agonizing minutes of this period was over, I raced to my locker. Which techniqually wasn't my locker at all. I never used my actual locker, probably because it was in the "no-man land", the area where the stoners hungout on the opposite side of the building where no classrooms where located. It was gloomy, and strange, so instead I moved in with my best friend.
As I disected my way threw the crowds and crossed threw the courtyard, I saw a boy I had never seen before in the first three years. He was adorable, tall, and a smile just lit up the room. But as I passed I noticed whom he was talking too, the class cassonova. The boy who prided himself in how many girls he slept with and was just determined to keep adding to that list. At that moment in time I saw the cute boy with the dimples as someone to forget and not waste my time on. I made my way to my best friend and immediatly went into complaints of how this was possibly the worst day of my life. She laughed and said well it can only get better now. Surprisingly she was right.
My next class was photo. The teacher of this class had be one of teachers for one of my art classes, for every year I've been at that school. He loved me and the feeling was mutual. There wasn't anything you couldn't get away with. For example a group of his favorite students asked if we could take a little trip to the barn in the back of school to take pictures, no one ever used this area by the photo classes. He'd agree without any thought and ask another teacher to watch over his class while he escorted our group outside. You'd think people would have noticed that this was the first day of class and no one had their cameras with them.....
These trips were never used to take pictures. But to spend the 52 min of class smoking a ciggerette or an occasional blunt and bitch about how our days were going. Our teacher never complained, by our junior year he had gotten attached and looked at our group as a group of his friends not students. He'll deny the tears today, but at graduation he had to give a speech and turned away as he mentioned us cause he got a little choked up.
This class always went by way too fast, but thankfully after was lunch. I waited a few minutes for a few people to finish up and then walk with them, one of my favorite things about my senior year was my lunch hour. I sat at a table full of the people who'd been some of my best friends since 5th grade. As I sat down at our table I quickly felt someone stareing at me, I looked away from my friend to glance over to notice the boy with the smile sitting 3 tables down sitting right in front of me, he quickly looked away the minute we made eye contact to only look back a few minutes later. Great, I thought, of course I attract all the dicks. Lunch was only a 26 minute period, split down the middle with studyhall. So our friend reunion didn't last long and soon the bell rung signaling we all start moving our asses to be bored out of our minds for the next 26 minutes.
As I reached our designated classroom everyone was in a line waiting to be told where our assigned seats where. You would think by now they would let us choose our seats. The list droaned on, jimmy sitting next to betsy, joey next to jane. Blah blah blah. Finally my name, I quickly take my seat and wait to hear who my new partner in crime will be. I hear a name I've never heard before. I glance up and see the boy with the smile, making eye contact a little smile forming on his lips, and making his way to take up the seat next to mine. Wonderful. So now half my senior year I'm gonna to deal with him. But as we sat there, he said nothing. He was very fidgety, he kept bouncing his leg and playing with his hands, but was completely silent. Maybe it won't be that bad.
As the bell rang he glanced over and just quickly said "that was fun", with a little snicker. I couldn't help but smile, his was slightly addicting.
As the days passed in the week, I started to find myself looking forward to that class period, sitting next to boy waiting to hear what else he had to say.
As Friday approached, we had shared our casual "hello"s. And then just went on with our business, that's where it began, and that's where it ended. But today was different, he kept looking at the clock, super fidgety today. As there where only about 4 minutes left in the period, he looked over to me and you could just taste the nerves that was coming off him. Trying to sound confident, but failing miserably he asked " so do you have a facebook, or a screename or a......phone number?" Smooth. I couldn't help but laugh at how awkawrd this question was, but I gave in. I could have easily written my number on a piece of paper and given it to him, but nope. Instead I grabbed the closest marker and then his hand and written it on the inside of his palm. Almost marking my terrotory right there and then. I smiled and said "talk to you later" and took off to my next class.
I didn't hear from him that night, or Saturday. Instead Sunday evening he called, I ignored it. I texted him about an hour later, and continued to talk to him till about 3 in the morning. The following day we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. From that day forth there was a day that passed that I didn't see him.
When highschool ended and he left for school, it was the harded 6 months of my life. I say six months because thats how long we lasted until we went our serperate ways.
That was two years ago, the two of us have grown and changed for the better. I'm at home working on forming my own catering business, while he's finishing up his last year and a half of college before deciding on a law school to attend. Even though we no longer fight like we use to, and have rebuilt the trust, and in all honesty are better then ever before, The distance never gets easy. Its rainy and windy outside and only about 47 degrees. I'm cuddled up in his hoodie and blanket, but I'd give anything to have him here instead. It's Wednesday, and I just got done spending all weekend with him. But it feels like ages. I can only look forward and be thankful that next weekend I'll have 4 days to spend with him, celebrate halloween and be able to spend that quality time that we have come to cherish instead of waste.
Being young and in love is the greatest feeling in the world.
THAT GIRL
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