ol. A boy in my history class, a sweet, lanky kid named Matt, started walking me to

o the movies on Fri

ver even considered dating anyone besides David, though our relationship was st

ooked up to see David standing there, his face dark. He had ju

nded, his eyes fixed on t

quickly, trying to s

ote to me, and then his eyes scanned the hallway until he saw Matt, who was watching us from a distan

," David said, his

a movie," I said, flu

d my arm, his grip surprisingly

rning with an emotion I couldn' t quite name. It wasn'

ight for you,

' t even

e not going to date him. You'

ldered. "You can' t

to me. High school guys are idiots. They' ll just mess with your head and hurt

s together. He wasn't just being a protective friend. He was jealous. The realiz

he change in my expression

g until college. We' ll make a pact. We' ll get into N

ing I had ever heard. He wa

, my heart thumping w

ved smile that made my stom

ght him water at his basketball games, I helped him with his homework (even when I had my own to do), and I waited

e out, feeling a secret thrill each time.

s you like his personal assistant, not his

derstand. They didn' t have a

est love story of all time. I was so blinded by the fantasy that I couldn't see the