A romance thought to be forgotten

So wait, you mean to tell me now that I’m… taken?! How can that be? I never thought it was possible. I may not be the most attractive woman around, but I don’t think I can consider myself as ugly either. I will admit this… I am not a small woman. I was just over 200 pounds at this point, 5’6”. But I had a few other distinguishing features. For one, my hair. It’s really long… and red. Not like an orange, but a darker red, mixed with some brown. It gives it a gorgeous fall color that everyone adores. My eyes also change color too. They can range from bluegreen to gold, depending on my mood. But of course, they’re sheilded behind a modest size of glasses. I also had 3 parts of my body that he tended to notice most… my feet, hands, and breasts. Of course, I just had to be blessed with big breasts. Runs in the family. I always did dress somewhat plain, yet nice… to a point. My shirts were nice anyhow… I wore a lot of pretty colors. And to top it off, a pair of plain black pants (always black) and tennis shoes. I wasn’t noticeable… but I didn’t really mind it either.

Bleh, off topic again. I think the scariest part was the fact that my parents didn’t care. More specifically… they were, dare I say this… happy! It was really scary, let me tell you. All of my friends were thrilled at the idea. I think I was the only one who was actually scared at the thought of dating. I guess it’s because I was the epitomy of innocence back then. The closest thing to a kiss I’ve ever gotten was from an old family friend, my only knowledge of hickeys was from Grease, and 1st, 2nd, and 3rd bases were a mystery to me. Not only that… but I wasn’t really sure how to act. I wasn’t really a tomboy persay, but I wasn’t too feminine either. The next morning proved to be interesting.

I woke up very early that morning, probably around 4:30am. For one, I couldn’t sleep. And for two, it was the only time I got to be on the computer back then. I wrote out a quick email to everyone before getting ready. I didn’t really do anything different from normal. I threw my hair up in my normal ponytail, a little lipgloss, and I was done. Finally, Maegan picks me up at 6:00am and we head off to school. We always liked to be the first ones there, it made for a peaceful morning.

The whole way to school, Maegan kept smiling at me the whole way. Finally, I cracked and told her what I did. She was so excited she nearly ran over our friend Melissa while picking her up. I felt so bad for the poor girl. We did eventually get to school, after a lot of yelling and hugging, of course. We went up to our usual spot and waited for the busses to get there.

Around 7:00, they finally started letting people off the busses and whatnot. I sat there reading my english book like always, trying to keep up with class. Suddenly, my book got slammed in front of me. I looked up to yell at the person whom had done that, but I melted instead. Chris stood there in front of me with his usual cocky smirk on his face, and a hand held out. “Come on honey, don’t you think it’s a bit early to be studying? There’s so much… better things we could be doing.” I couldn’t help but to gulp right there. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and his mustache glinted in the early morning sunlight. His eyes shown with a lustful playfulness that made my knees weak. I took his hand and stood up, putting my book back in my bookbag, with him hugging me from behind. “You know what would make this more fun?” “What’s that?” I asked timidly, smiling big on the inside. He then pulled my srcunchy out and ran away from me. It seemed to be some stupid little running gag with him. He just loved to take my scrunchy away from me. And it drove me completely nuts.

I chased him all over the school yard for a good 10 minutes, my friends laughing and cheering for him the whole time. I growled under my breath, and finally gave up just as the first bell rang. ‘Dammit’ I cursed to myself, and grabbed my backpack, getting ready to head up the stairs to my first class. Just as I started on the staircase, he grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a hug. “Sorry about that hun, just having fun. See you later.” He hands me my scrunchy and runs off to his class too. As I walk up the stairs, I can’t help but think how mad I am… and how much I also didn’t care either. Young love is so confusing.

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