In our school district, you can't graduate without taking a physical education class. During my freshman year, I started talking to a guy in my P.E. class. He was a senior that transferred from another city, but didn't have a P.E. credit. My
Eventually the relationship moved beyond the gym doors, to walking together in between classes, or at least meeting briefly between classes if we didn't have classes in the same building. We tried our best to never cross paths with his girlfriend. There was one part of the day I knew we all had classes in building A, so I would have to wait until she left, to walk up to him. That was the same building he would eventually give me my first kiss in, moments after his girlfriend walked away to go upstairs to her class.
One day, he finally asked for my phone number. We began talking to each other at night, sometimes for hours. One morning, after I talked to him for several hours the night before, I woke up from a dream in which he broke up with his girlfriend. I was a bit sad when I woke up, because, well, it was a dream! When I called him to tell him about my dream, he told me he couldn't talk right then, but would call me back in a few. When he called me back, he apologized for having to get off the phone earlier, but that he just broke up with his girlfriend. After he told me that, I told him about my dream. He thought my dream was interesting considering that morning's events.
After school let out for the summer, we never saw each other again. We talked off and on during the summer but life got in the way. It wasn't your typical high school sweetheart type relationship because he was a senior and I was a freshman. He was a really nice guy, an escape from the realities of home.
He worked part-time at Fazoli's at the time. Still to this day, I can't help but think of him when I go back home and order a pizza baked spaghetti and an Italian ice. It's strange to see how much I've been through and grown since those days. My homewreck'n days.