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writes:I was 13 years old at the time, it was 8th grade...I was only in middle school...I am a shy, insecure little girl, and on the first day of my new 8th grade year, I wore a white polo shirt, light blue jeans, and blondie hair in a bun. I walk into my first period of the day...U.S. History...all my friends and classmates are in there and as I walk in, many admire me, and we converse together of the wonderful summer we just had off. The bell rings...we all scatter around the room to find a seat next to friends...the teacher walks in and the chatter fades. He gives a little speech about himself...then goes off to tell us that he has a seating chart assigned for us. I sit there for minutes impaciently, for all my friends have been seated with other students. I finally realize its by alphabetical order...of course I assume I will be last on the list...sitting in the far back by myself.He gets to the end of the list, and as I assumed...I am last...except..no...he calls off one more name...one so foreign to me at the time that I was not even sure it was pronounced correctly, yet it was such a beautiful name...I turn around...the class is dead silent now...I furiously blush...without making eye contact to my new table partner...I quickly pick up my belongings and shuffle with small disappointed feet to my new desk next to this stranger. I had never known that his last name started with a Z...mine with a W...but now we were stuck together...far in the back....I felt isolated and out of touch from everyone else...like a child being punished. Before i even reach the table though...its a long, slow and painfully embarrasing walk to my new desk...all eyes are on me...I stare at the window directly in front of me...but from the corner of my eyes I see him look at me, i feel his eyes all over my body and the tunnel like vision warped around it...which is now consumed in a fire like heat...with face, neck and ears glowing red...i feel naked to the core...and finally the few painful seconds are over, I sit down and he turns his head away from me...and lies his head down on a text book, as if he has a headache. I take the opportunity to stare at him now, while his head is turned. He has beautiful long black hair, and everything he wears is black...not my type of guy...but stunning in his own way. He is my complete opposite I thought to myself...but none the less, I would like to make friends with this guy, although he seems sort of frightening...The teacher talks the whole period in the meantime...going on and on about the intro to history and its significance...blahblahblah....I find the courage within me to whisper to my partner..."Are you ok?"...I tap on his shoulders, and as he turns to me...I am speechless....such eyes he has...with the longest eyelashes...and beautiful but highly upset expression...i could only at the time accuse him of being high on drugs....he looked so confused, tired, I could see the black under his eyes...he looked beaten up badly by lack of sleep...looking at me through half shut eyes , squinting meanly...he mumbles..."huh...wha...oh yah...I am fine." His expression changes to an almost let down look of pity...and once again lies his head down. I am not satisfied with this. I make small talk about how boring the teacher and this class already seems...he lifts his head...looks directly onto my face...I smell him...its a strange musk...but even as a little teenybopper...it turned me on....unlike all the other guys who bathed in there fake perfumes...his was a natural musk. He clearly was the guy who did not give a damn of what others thought of him...he never tried hard to look his best...he wore whatever, said whatever, and never tried to impress anyone...he stares at me and I feel uncomfortable again..we whisper to each other the whole period...the bell rings...I am the first to leave the table...he stays behind...i look back and for the first time that hour , he smiles at me...and I smile back...Several days in a row we share common interests and laughs...his laugh always makes me happy...i realize we actually have a lot in common...and I may have wrongly labeled him. We also shared an algebra one class together...the teacher was so terrible at her job that no one...not even the good students listened to her...we all just talked and relaxed in that remedial bull-sh*t waste of time class...anyways...Everyday we had the chance to get to know each other a bit more everyday...about a month and a half past...it was November 30th 2005. I have already told my friends all about him...and I feel like inviting him to eat nutrition with my friends and I. I am already at the table...waiting for him. He walks up to me and smiles. My best friend see this, and without my consent asks randomly to him..."you know, she has talked a lot about you...you guys would make a cute couple...do you want to go out with her?" I am standing directly in front of him...and as she popped this question...my mouth pops open, my face on fire again, I turn to her and turn speechless to my friend. Suddenly he yells out"..No, I don't want to be hurt again!!!" and storms off out onto the P.E. field. I have tears stored in my eyes, and feel all wrong inside...as a friend he seemed nice...but going out with him...especially against my will? I felt confused, and needed to get away...It is lunch time now...I sit by myself, for I feel ashamed that one friendship might have been ruined today...and he denied to go out with me...was there something wrong with me...was I not pretty enough, was I not his type, and why did the question upset him so much, it seemed he was in a relationship before this...and someone broke his heart...My bbf comes over again and drags him over to me, nearly shoving him into my face. Iam so close to him this time, but I feel so uncomfortable, I stumble backwards. She asks him again...this time getting real close...he seems to feel uncomfortable too...but this time...he says,"sure...why not?" My friend is so happy and tells me, go hug him...he is your new boyfriend. I go up to him, and give him a shy little hug that barley touches his back. He looks directly into my eyes...he is thinking about something long and hard..for even I get lost in thought while looking at him...That tired look is gone, and one his face is sheer pleasure...his eyes make me melt...both our hearts are beating furiously...he grabs my hand...i let a tear fall but swipe it quickly away....he kisses my hand and lets it slowly fall. Later on that lunch he gives me his number and I give him mine. I am 13 years old...things are not perfect in the beginning and they may never be...I am now 17 years old...I am still with him...he is my first real love and i am his. We are not in a perfect relationship...but what keeps us so bonded is the love and passion we still feel for each other...I am 17 years old...I love him more than anything else in this world. I truely believe we will be together forever.
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reader, Anonymous4225 +, writes (4 August 2009):
I am happy for you. :)
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reader, Love is all you need  +, writes (2 August 2009):
 thats so sweet, i am so happy for you guys. Hope i all works out!
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reader, hockeyluvr5 +, writes (29 July 2009):
 Awe, that's really cute! :)
I hope you guys do last forever.
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reader, anonymous, writes (27 July 2009): This is a beautiful story. Really, it sounds like something out of a book, have you ever thought about writing? It's very creative.
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