Love and Warren Oliver

In Which I Explain That Warren Oliver Is A Self-Righteous Jerk

I was only fifteen years old when I first met Warren Oliver. As a ninth grader, I became an illegal member of his fan club. Illegal because I never said a word to the guy. Let me reiterate that I was fifteen.
By the time my ninth grade year was almost over, I still had not introduced myself. At that point I had accepted that it was not happening. On the last day of school, I was on the stage in my theatre class. We all were performing dramatic monologues that we had found. I was in the middle of a particularly embarrassing line when Warren and his friends came through the doors.
We did not have time to react. Before we knew it, there were water balloons being thrown at our feet. The attack was short lived and the outcome was a soaked acting troupe. At that point, I became livid. I, Mia Fiorte, was a chicken. However, I was not going to let that jerk squad ruin our auditorium and get away with it.
I changed out of my soaked clothes and immediately went to find him. My search for the jerk squad took a total of five minutes. They didn't go far. I found them lounging on the front steps of the school laughing about what they had done. I stepped out of the door and gave him a piece of my mind. "Woah there, shorty. You need to calm down. If you want a piece of this, you're going to need to conserve all of that precious energy," said Warren after my colorful entrance. I stood dumbfounded as he laughed at my reaction.
The jocks continued to laugh until Warren spoke up again. "I don't believe I caught your name during all of that commotion." I snorted at his comment. "And I don't believe that I caught wind of a personality underneath all of that ego. It's Mia by the way," I smirked at the shocked faces around me. "Well, Mia, I hope you don't mind a little bit of water." He and the jokes started to rise with the left over balloons. I ran quickly but in the end I was not fast enough. I wound up soaked, yet again and I managed to start a water ballon war on the front lawn. What a day.
That was when I first met Warren. At fifteen, I did not understand what love meant. However, shortly after the events of that day, I care to an understanding. We married promptly after my high school graduation and life was great until reality hit. Once I became an established name in the industry, Warren began to get lonely. He cheated on me multiple times and we soon divorced after I found out the truth.
The thing about being young is that no one ever tells you the whole truth and I wish that someone would have told me the truth about love. Love and Warren Oliver.