Chapter 4: 1st grade

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J- Why did you call me cute?

D- Because you are?

J- What do you mean?!

D- Geez Jess! I. Think. You're. Cute. I have since we were little?

J- You bully and hit me every fucking day of my life! I mean, you turned the whole school against me for god's sake!

D- Because I was mad!

J- Mad at what?!

D- Because I asked you to be my girlfriend in the first grade and you said no!

J- What?!

D- In the first grade. We were on a field trip to the zoo. We had to have partners and you were my partner. Every set of partners had to hold hands. While we were walking, I asked you to be my girlfriend. You said no.

J- So you mean to tell me that you have bullied me every fucking day of my life, because I said no?!

D- I guess I got mad and kinda lost sight of why I was really mad and hit just to hit. Because I get angry easily. And I took it out on you.

J- So basically I was your emotional punching bag?

D- Yes? But. I want to change that. I don't want to bully you anymore.

J- Stop fucking me over with your stupid mind games!

I could see the tears forming in his eyes and his voice breaking when he spoke.

D- Please Jesse? Please...?

J- How do I know you're not going to hurt me?

He stepped close to me. We were now standing three inches apart, with him looking down at me and me looking into his ocean blue eyes, circled with red, glossed over with tears waiting to escape. He leaned in, very hesitant to see how I would react. I closed my eyes and leaned with him. Then, our lips met softly, and then more passionately. Soon our lips disconnected, and the three inches returned between us.

D- Jesse.

J- Yeah?

D- I like you. A lot. You have my word. I will never. Ever. Hurt you in any way, from this day forward.

J- Promise?

D- Promise.

J- Okay then.

D- Okay what?

J- I forgive you. But...

D- But?

J- What about school? Everyone will know something is up when we hang out with each other. They'll hate you.

D- Screw them. If they can't accept that I love how fucking amazing, talented, how smoking hot you are--

He grabbed my sides, picked me up, spun me around, and pulled me close to him, making me giggle.

D- And how adorable that giggle is. Then they can all fuck themselves.

That made me tear up. A single tear slipped down my cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb.

D- Why are you crying?

J- I never thought I would ever hear you say anything like that to me.

D- It's all true.


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