“I‘ll meet you after class.“ he says to me as I make my way through the noisy students that are gossiping in the hallway. Looking back when we were in high school when he would walk me to every class, and I would see him waiting at the door anxiously as the bell rang to leave.
“Do you not go to class or what?“ I would tell him, or he must have been running through the hallways one of the two, because he was always on time. Our friends used to call him my little puppy because he would always follow me around. I thought it was kind of cute, I didn’t really mind it. I guess him being teased didn’t bother him, because he never changed his routine. I got used to it actually. He always found the time to do whatever I needed. Not that I always asked him to do things for me, but if I did need something I could always count on him. He kind of grew on me after a while.
“ Why are you with him? He’s not your type,” my friends would say. There were times when he would even question why I talked to him. He wasn’t ugly or anything, I guess just different from the boys I previously talked to … That’s what I was told anyways.
“It’s not always all about the looks you know,“ I would respond. He made me happy, and that‘s all that mattered to me. He was so humble that I’d felt like a whole different person when I was around him. Here I am feeling all these mixed emotions that I had never felt before. Was I too young to feel this way?
I was a freshman in high school when we first met. Well when we actually started talking to each other. I had seen him a couple of times at a local club we all used to hang out at when they had teen night. We thought we were so cool getting to go in that place. They would serve non-alcoholic beverages in these martini cups. Everyone would be walking around holding these glasses like they were really drinking mixed drinks or something. It was kind of neat though, I enjoyed it. He seemed very shy and quiet. He...