The Hoe Truth and Nothing But the Whole Truth.

The First One Was Eric

We had avoided attending out first day at the new school for as long as we could, but eventually, my brother and I were dragged by the collar up to the enormous front steps of Glendale Peak. Not to be confused with Glendale, the rival high school that's actually been around much longer and is probably better off (though I do believe Peak is a bit nicer in the sense of cleanliness and number of kids getting pregnant each year than Glendale).
I'm not sure if you've ever switched high schools before but it was quite daunting and I was highly dreading the lunch bell. I mean who wants to be that kid aimlessly wondering the cafeteria in hopes they'll recognize a face or a kind soul will offer them a seat? The answer is not me. Thankfully, my fifth period class (my last class before lunch) was Student Council. And though I now realize it's basically their job, I was overjoyed by the fact that they welcomed me so warmly and offered me a ticket to their lunch gang.
They eat lunch in the classroom and I was asked to joined. Same thing.
Anyways, I felt better, I felt I had a place to belong even if I was still a bit uncomfortable around all the new faces. It felt nice, but trust me when I tell you that didn't last.
But that's another chapter.
So seventh period rolls around and my day has been long though enjoyable, but I'm quite excited for this next hour: Anatomy and Physiology. Back in Waco this class was my favorite part of the day, and I was sure that it would be the same here.
I walked in, and I remember the eyes, but I had done this six times before today, and so I made my way to the teacher and stuck out my hand (everyone shakes hands in Texas, something I had learned in the last six and a half hours).
"Hi, I'm Eli." I did the whole spiel, it's short for Elizabeth, because it's easier to write, I'm from up north, no I haven't experienced a Texas summer, yes I'm sure it's hot, no I'm not Canadian but I've been there plenty of times, sure I'm a State fan, yes I'm enjoying Texas so far, and so on.
Everyone was very nice, but one kid was especially nice, and his name was Eric.  
Eric wasn't traditionally attractive, he was taller and on the skinnier side. I wouldn't go as far as to describe Eric as lanky, but he was headed in that direction. His hair was a post-Beiber shaggy blonde mop, but it was quite suitable for his personality. Of course I had no idea at the time or otherwise I would have ran for the hills.
Except, if I'm being honest, the signs were there. I should have seen through the façade, and I shouldn't have given him my snapchat (which by the way is another sign). Yet, I was weak, and I was desperate for attention in every way. The fact that he was paying attention to me was about the only attractive thing he had going for himself. So when thanksgiving break roles around and he semi panickedly asked for my handle as the last bell rang, I gave it to him.
And that's how I entered my first fling.