Okay so it started in 6th grade, basically. In sixth we ended in the same class, him, his friend and me. We ended in the same classes, all the same classes. We really met in 5th grade and that's because everyday, as a joke, he would ask for a hug. I always said no just to make him keep going and keep asking me because back then i had no idea who he was and that only that i thought he was cool and eh i guess okay looking, he got better looking over the years.
Everyday would be so great with the two guys mostly because he made me laugh and he laughed at my jokes and he would come to me if he wanted someone to hang out with. I didn't realized i actually liked him until the next year. But for the time i didn't know people would assume and accuse us of liking each other so both of us would be pissed at people and we started to hang out less. So me and his friend hung out more. Eventually it got to the point to where people started the rumor him and i were dating. I mean everyone was saying it, he laughed and low key played along but i didn't like the rumor. He was just there to touch my body. I wasn't complaining tbh. He was good at his works. Me and the guys didn't hang out much after that maybe during classes and passing period and thats it. but they were great. Times were better then, I miss not having the idea of 'will we ever talk to each other again?' I miss when him and I were friends. And could talk for hours without me feeling like trash.
6th grade was one the best years. mostly because we were good with each other, but also because I didn't do stupid things. It was the same through out the year; we would talk and hang out, his friend would be stupid and be sly with my body and we would all laugh because I would get him back, and I was assigned to sit next to him in all of our classes. which made it harder for me to not come up and say 'I like D*******' it was harder the next year because he was dating and "in love" for most of the year. But its not like anything changed after he was dating her only his girl was jealous of him talking to other girls, I mean 8th grade wasn't the first time I was the reason a him and a girl broke up. I'm one of the worst things to happen to him and I feel shame every great while.
I remember each time he told me that he hated people and who they were and he ended up dating 2 of them. That was a no shocker because he is lying bastard. He plays with you, though he says he does but I think he is bi-polar and always changes when it come to the people he loves. Exactly the same reason he says the he hates me and doesn't give two shits about me and then right after talks to me for three days. Exactly why he says he doesn't love or never truly loved his ex and it was an experiment and ended up liking her 3 weeks in, and after breaking up with her says 'I don't care about her anymore she doesn't mean anything to me anymore' and then turns to me asking for things I did for him before and then going back to his ex asking for her back. they dated for an other two weeks.
