Now I hated high school. The clicks, the catty girls, and boys filled with too much testosterone that never seemed to ask me out. Still, there was one reason to gnaw through the bed restraints every morning and make my way off to this virtual hell.
|OK, I just scanned through mullets. This|
one is remarkably similar to "Joe's."
|I'm the nerd on the left.|
That didn't happen. The closest I got was when his best friend that was older and not at all attractive developed a crush on me. But that wasn't happening. I mean surely Joe would never date a girl that had gone out with his best friend. Besides, if nothing else, I was loyal. I was Joe's girl even if he didn't know it. How could I date someone else when my heart belonged to the boy in the acid washed jeans and polo shirt with the collar turned up? A little stalkerish. Perhaps. But hey, I was a stupid high school kid that thought Joe was the greatest thing since sliced bread. (Not that I ever dated sliced bread.) Besides with my luck, the minute I got a boyfriend, Joe would realize his love for me and I wouldn't be available. I spent almost 7 years pining for him, but nothing ever happened.
It was the end of Joe's senior year. I was about 2 weeks away from never seeing him again. You know except at the mall or when my best friend and I rode our bikes past his house 7 or 8 times a day. Still, I had to do something...
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