When an Asshole Meets a Douche.

Zac and Claire: Their Love Story

Zac was my first real boyfriend. Maybe that's why this break up hit me so hard. 

When I was in middle school, I "dated" this one guy. He was a total dick, and we only really lasted two weeks. He was flirting and asking other girls out the second week we started dating. I don't count him as anything more than the worst fling ever. Now Zac? He was a different story. 

He's been in my class since I was in second grade, and at the time he was nothing more to me than some weird kid with a bad temper. In eigth grade Zac was, dare I say, pretty hot. His awkward, nerdy self was replaced by his new football (aka soccer in the U.S.) playing, 5"11 self. Extremely strange for a fourteen year old, but what can I say, the boy was ripped. But Zac was still the Mr. Know it All with the worst temper in class. 

This boy was my first and last frenemy. He teased me about my clothes when were ten, I was always wearing hippie style shirts at the time, and so I teased him about his hair. Back and forth banter was natural for us. We were nice to each other occassionally, but keep in mind that I'm a douche and so was he. 

It was eigth grade year and I was taking notes in Science about the human skeletal system when someone threw a piece of paper at the back of my head. 

"The frick?" 

I turned around to see everyone's head bent over their desks taking notes too. Well, everyone except Zac. 

"Did you throw this at me?" I mouthed. My mouthing skils have always been terrible so I was shocked when he understood what I was saying as he mouthed back, "Read the note." 

I uncrumple the piece of paper that hit me in the head only moments ago. "Meet me at the court after school. -Zac". 

I did end up going, but I didn't expect what I was about to happen. 

"Claire, I really like you and I know you think I'm the biggest ass in the whole school and maybe I am, but I can change," then he held my hands and continued, "I can change for you." 

 I noticed the light brown specks in his eyes when the sun shined on his tan face. But then I remembered he was Zac, the same guy who tricked me into thinking his mom had cancer and made me cry when I was ten. I took my hands out his. 

"Zac, what is this? Some kind of prank? It's not funny man." 

He actually looked hurt. "Do you really think that I'm that big of a jerk? That I could actually do that to someone?"

I looked up into his suddenly beautiful brown eyes and said, "I'm sorry but have you not met you?" 

He took my small face and cupped it with his strong hands, then gave me my first kiss. 

It felt like a pretty long kiss too, but I don't really remmeber. 

I broke away and smiled. "Do you believe me now?" he said smiling a smile too big for his face. 

"Maybe." I teased. 

Zac leaned in a kissed me again. "What about now?" he smirked. 

"Definitely."