It was my freshman year in high school and I guess you could say I had my whole life planned out. I was in line for a Division 1 beach volleyball scholarship, I had a 3.9 GPA and I was fairly popular. This was all great and everything but there was one problem; stories like this always have some kind of a boy in them, and yes this one does too but maybe not how you're thinking.
If you can remember, freshman year is sort of a “learning your place” year. It’s where everyone is slotted into these little social groups called ‘cliques’. You can imagine how this is… If you hang with the wrong people well then you're labeled either as a geek or something worse or to that extent. I was lucky. I hung out with everyone. I was pretty known around the school and playing volleyball helps a LOT when you’re a frosh on varsity. Not many players did that.
I was sort of smart I guess if that’s what you want to call it. I had an A average and I earned honor in all of my classes. A lot of people, if they didn’t know me from sports or from other friends, they knew me as the brain. But anyways, cliques are boring and dumb. I had way too many friends to count all in my head. Most people from the football boys to the knowledge bowl team knew who I was and they talked to me frequently.
I was never really considered the girl with a lot of boys who fainted as I walked by. Yes I have had boyfriends, but they weren’t really true relationships, and I enjoyed being single and admiring the cuties from afar. There was this one boy from the year before who I really liked and he was a tough one to let go, but I did it and I felt so good once I did. It was a good experience and we are still friends to this day. With him I made a lot of new friends and it was one of the best summers of my life.
Then came Brandon.
That should speak for itself. He was maybe the most interesting person you would ever know in your whole life. He was funny but super calm and emotionally he seemed to be a little scared. He wasn’t the best looking guy around but you can’t get everything in one boy. That was a rarity.
A couple of my friends knew that I liked him but I mean it was nothing major. Just a crush I had on a guy. But this time I felt like he might actually like me back.
We would talk in our classes.
