Love Story
Second Grade Romance
hated Brett. I HATED him. With that annoying little smile on his face, them onerry eyes, and his twangy high-pitched voice, I never thought that we'd go through what we went through.
It all started when I was seven years old. I was the new girl at my elementary school, shy with brown hair and almost-black eyes (I guess some things never change). Brett was in my second-grade class. I was pretty popular at the time, and my little boyfriend was Jake, Brett's best friend. Shortly after Jake and I became "boyfriend and girlfriend" Brett became crazy over me. He wasn't afraid to show it either. He'd follow me around everywhere, hold up "I LOVE YOU" signs to me during class, pick me to be his square-dancing partner in gym class (I DESPISED him for doing that. He'd actually race from across the gym as fast as his short little legs could carry him just so he could ask me to be his partner before Jake could), and even kissed me once on the shoulder while walking down the hall and three times on the hand while he was holding my hand when we were square-dancing. I couldn't stand him. He and Jake would fight over me all the time, and I guess Jake got tired of it and decided that he didn't want to be my boyfriend anymore. Brett stopped liking me after Jake did. I was glad that I finally got rid of Brett, but deeply upset that I lost Jake (my first heart-break!).
Brett wasn't in any of my classes throughout the rest of elementary school, and I ended up putting what happened in 2nd grade behind me.
When I was eleven years old, the entire 5th grade when on a field trip. I had a crush on a kid named Josh and hadn't spoken to Brett in years. Brett ended up riding my bus on the way back from the field trip, and it was while him and his friends were shouting "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" at the back of the bus that I looked at him, cocked my head, and thought, "Wow, he looks really cute."
That's when my obsession over him began. We wasn't in my 6th grade class either, but he definitly knew that I liked him. I was CRAZY over him. I didn't know what had happened to me. I'd talk about him all the time when my friends were around, draw hearts around his yearbook photos, keep my eyes glued to him all during the lunch hour, and dream about him almost every night. It was like some switch got turned on inside of me that said that I should like Brett now.
Brett didn't exactly feel the same way. In the 7th grade (nope; he wasn't in any of my classes either), I found out that he hated me. So then I decided right then and there that I hated him too.
That's when our grudge began. He had turned into a popular basketball jock with lots of friends and plenty of female admirers, and I was the spunky smart girl with a whole social circle of my own. We were very different people. Yet, I'd catch him looking at me almost every day.
Freshman year in high-school was interesting. He turned out to be in my home-room, history class, and lunch hour. In history class, we were both assigned to be partners in a class project. Talk about awkward. "What's up?" he'd ask me casually when we began to work on the project.
I smiled "sweetly" at him. "Don't bother me,and I won't bother you," I'd reply.
He'd laugh.
That was when his obsession over me began. Again. He'd BEG me to go out with him, and each time I'd say 'no'. He'd actually pay his friends to try to get me to go out with him, and he showed up at my house on the night of the Snowball Dance, even when I already had a date! I was INFURIATED. He followed me around the dance-floor the whole night, that annoying little smile glued onto his face. My date wasn't too happy either. I got dumped.
Brett still liked me in our sophomore year, and I just asked him out so he'd quit bugging me. I figured that I'd go on a couple dates with him to make him happy, then dump him so that we could both move on with our lives.
Well, I don't know what happened, but we fell in love. He was annoyingly charming and understood me like I never knew someone could understand me. I didn't mean to fall in love with him; it just happened. I found myself to be happier than I ever felt before, and we became inseparable. We balance each other out, and he's my number-one best friend. We went to our junior and senior proms together and even went to the same college.
Brett and I are engaged now, him an architect and boys' basketball coach, and me still in school, working to get my M.D. so I can become a psychologist. I never would have thought in a million years that we'd end up this way. But Brett now means everything to me, and has been apart of my life since the 2nd grade.
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