It Just Happened

Chapter 11

I still remember the first time I met him. I was 14, he was 15; only one grade above me.

It was my freshman year of high school. The year when everyone tries to understand growing up and figuring out every mess that happens.

We were outside, waiting.

I had to do a double take.

It was worth it.

He was standing with another boy and two girls. I wished I was standing with him at the time.

At the time I didn't really know anyone and when he introduced himself to me I was smitten. Whipped. A goner.

Of course he wasn't the only person I came to know, just the best.

He came up to me and shook my hand and told me his name. He had a firm grip and soft hands. I didn't want to let go.

I told him my name and he said "nice to meet you," with a soft smile.

I smiled back.