(A note before you read�:  I was FOURTEEN when this happened.  This was the FIRST guy I ever had a crush on.  FOURTEEN.  Six years ago.  Just so all of you know that I�m not hung up on this guy or anything.  After all, I have a wonderful, beautiful, amazing boyfriend. ^_^)

True Story � The Crush
4th September 1996

     Today was the loneliest day of my life.  It started out great!  But�  Then�  Went to shreds by noon.  First a little taste of English class, that went good.  Then keyboarding, that went okay.  Then biology, oh wow, a test!  Then onto band, one of the best classes of the day.  Mark McAfee came up to me and put his arm on my shoulder and said, �Is it okay, if we just be friends?�
     �NO!� I thought, I felt like dying or melting away into anyone�s body.  �Uhm, I guess,� I said kind of sadly.  Mark is one of the cutest guys in this whole school, or so I thought.  I walked away and grabbed my snare and sticks and sat in my spot next to Jeff Henderson.  Jeff and Mark are close friends, and I was hoping, really hoping, that Jeff could talk Mark into being my very own boyfriend.  I asked, �Can you talk to Mark?�
     �I�ll try,� he responded.
     �Okay,� I said kind of relieved.

     After lunch, I went to Algebra.  Jeff was in that class also.  I told him over and over again, �Jeff, I�ll never get a boyfriend!�
     He got mad and he told me to ask Tonia Johnson and his girlfriend Amy Caldwell how to be persuasive.
     At the time, I had no clue what �persuasive� meant.  When Jeff told me it meant �being wanted,� I almost broke down and cried.  I didn�t know I was unwanted.

     I went to my next class, upset, Mark stopped my on the way.  He asked what was wrong.  I said one simple word, �everything,� and I continued walking.
     �Like what?� he followed me, concerned and cute as always.
     �You wouldn�t understand!� I told him, I felt like falling into his arms, just then he put his arm around me.  I felt like crying.  Phhhyeah, and look like a wuss to the cutest guy on this planet?  No!
     He looked at me and said, �I have to get to class.�
     �Okay, bye.� I said, I wish I wasn�t such a coward.  I kept walking.  I wish I would have just told him how I was feeling.  �By the way?�  I asked myself, �How was I feeling?�  I knew it, Jeff knew it.  I felt unloved and left out.  Which is, and was in fact the truth.  I opened the door to the great band room.  Right away my classmates knew I was sad.  Of course since I was sitting with my head down covering my eyes.
     �What�s wrong Milissa?  You can tell Uncle Robert!�  Said the annoying drama director.
     �Everything,� I muttered sadly.
     �What�s wrong?� Amy Wood and Zeno Jonas whispered.
     �I got turned down today by Mark McAfee,� as I said his name my heart skipped a beat.
     �Oh,� said Amy.
     I felt like asking Amy and Zeno to talk to him, but I knew it wouldn�t do any good.
     By the end of class I was feeling like a major loser�
     When I got into study hall�  I finished one paper in like five minutes.  The next paper I tried to start.  But it didn�t work.  I gave up, I thought about Mark constantly.  And everyone knew that.  I just didn�t know it would hurt so much when he said, �just be friends.�  It felt as if he ripped out my heart, did the Mexican hat dance, the cha cha, and then threw it in a blender and hit that nasty button frappe.  For a few minutes I thought about giving up on guys forever�  but then I thought again!  Mark McAfee is just a guy.  Oh well.  I guess I just get to suffer.  I shrugged, and stepped onto the bus to go home.

     I couldn�t believe how much it hurt to get turned down�  That was the first real turn down I�ve had.  I really liked Mark, and I probably will feel like that for a while.

     I got off the bus and once I got in the house I tried to do my homework.  No luck.  The power was out and one of my best friends called, Maribel Rivera.  I told her everything.  She said I should just shut up, slow down, and eventually someone will notice me�  Jeff said almost the same thing.  Maybe I should listen to my friends more often.
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